Ah! let me linger in this happy state!
Ope not the way to pang that may await.”
But lovely Morn appeared with roseate ray,
And soon the god of day chased tears away;
Earth throbbed anew, leaves quivered with delight;
Flowers laughed, “We love! we live! thanks be to Night!”
In silent, sombre hour of deep repose
All form drinks in life’s force that ever flows;
And from the tranquil vale of balmy rest
Each being leaps—love’s joy they all attest.