The Aerial Spirits in Tableau.—Dance of the Spirits to the gleams of the rising sun.—Tableau.
Spirit of the Mountain. [Speaks.]
Wake, sleeper, wake, rouse from thy slumbers.
The rosy cheeked dawn is beginning to break,
The dream-spell no longer thy spirit encumbers.
Gone is its power, then wake, sleeper, wake.
The Spirits of Night can no longer enchain thee,
The breeze of the morn now is striving to shake
Sweet dewdrops like gems from the copsewood and forest tree.
All nature is smiling, then wake, sleeper, wake.