Through the forest as I wander'd
With a dull and heavy brow,
O'er the dreary present ponder'd 
Heart and spirit sinking low

A little Sprite was gaily swinging
On a bending Alder tree
And with tiny voice was singing
Full of merriment and glee.

Night is near and day is dying,
Still the morrow may be fair,
Foolish mortal cease your sighing
Hopeful heart should banish care.

Leaves with gladness seemed to quiver
As the wind sang merry lays,
And the sunbeams on the river
Danc'd like golden footed fays;

Lily bell and echo ringing
Tunes as joyful as could be,
While the merry sprite kept singing,
Full of merriment and glee.

Hence with sorrows, should the morrow
E'en come burden'd with its care,
Banish from thy brow its furrow,
Other days will be more fair.