When First The Infant Bird Attempts To Fly, And Cautious Spreads Its Pinions To The Sky, Each Happy Breeze The Timid Trav'ller Cheers, Assists Its Efforts, And Allays Its Fears; Return'D How Pleas'D It Views The Shelt'Ring Nest From Which It Rose, With Doubt And Fear Oppress'D. Like This, Is Ours; This Night We Ventur'D Out On Juv'Nile Wing, Appall'D By Many A Doubt, Cheer'D By Your Sanction, Every Peril O'Er, With Joy We Hail This Welcome, Friendly Shore: Our Little Band, Ambitious Now To Raise A Pleasing Off'Ring For Your Wreath Of Praise On Them Bestow'D, Depute Me Here To Tell The Lively Feelings That Their Bosoms Swell; For Your Indulgent And Parental Part, They Feel The Triumph Of A Grateful Heart: That, Each Revolving Year Shall Truly Prove, How Much They Honor, How Sincere They Love; And For Your Fostering Care Will Make Return By Filial Duty, And Desire To Learn.