A wanton breeze blows o’er the sea,
Far away from his place of birth;
A colt unbridled, roaming free,
A reckless child of sun and Earth;
Forsaking gloom and winter rains,
Fleeing the lands devoid of light,
Across the lapis tinted plains,
O how exuberant his flight!
To shores untravelled since the years
When hither the elect of God;
Away from servitude and tears,
With feet unshackled proudly trod.
Here I too stand and gaze with joy
Upon the desert’s jeweled view.
O sweet companion, dearest boy;
My guiding breeze, adieu, adieu.