On those who sullen gloom will not forsake;
But on bright smiles, reflecting cheerful heart,
Frown not, e’en if gay Folly play a part.
O beauteous night! when lingering footfall strayed,
And stars reflected seemed where firefly played,
Each leaflet murmured lover’s tenderness;
Soul’s ecstasy was pure and fathomless.
O mystic Love! to every trivial thing
A new and holy charm dost ever bring,
With light and joy, to all touched by thy ray