All nature animates with harpings high.
Now towards the east he turns his fond regard;
And when the sun, fresh bursting from the sky,
Spreads o’er the ravish’d earth its magic shine,
He strikes the golden harp, and chaunts a lay divine.
“Cheer’d by the glorious sound all creatures smile,
From every flower and plant bright tear-drops flow;
Then feels the earth a soft and holy thrill,
And the spring blushes with a deeper glow;
Then beats with love the maiden’s heart still more;