S —Th D R（1 / 1）

ng—the day returns

tune—“seventh of noveber”

the day returns, y bo burns,

the blissful day we a did et:

tho&039; ter wild tepest toil&039;d,

ne&039;er sur-sun was half sae sweet

than a&039; the pride that loads the tide,

and crosses o&039;er the sultry le;

than kgly robes, than crowns and globes,

heav&039;n gave ore—it ade thee e!

while day and night can brg delight,

or nature aught of pleasure give;

while joys above y d can ove,

for thee, and thee alone, i live

when that gri foe of life below

es beeen to ake part,

the iron hand that breaks our band,

it breaks y bliss—it breaks y heart!