Damon

In vain ye call, in vain would lure me on;
True my heart speaks,—but with itself alone.

And if I may view

A blessing-fraught land,

The heaven’s clear blue,

And the plain’s verdant hue,

Alone I’ll rejoice,

Undisturbed by man’s voice.

And there I’ll pay homage

To womanly merit,

Observe it in spirit,

In spirit pay homage;

To echo alone

Shall my secret be known.

CHORUS.

[Faintly mingling with Damon’s song in the distance.]

To echo—alone—

Shall my secret—be known.—