The young girls will blossom for you.

And the young heroes will shine;

And, sweeter than ever,

Morning will play upon the cheeks of the happy ones;

And, ravishing-sweet, you will hear

The songs of those who are without care....

“Ah, once the living waves of song

Surged out of every bush to me;

And still the heavenly ones glanced down upon me,

Their eyes shining with joy.”