Flashing forth its hosannas; while all around
Flutter the wings and the notes of the brown-plumed choir.
So 'tis when love and its sweet smile dispel
The clouds which had so sorely me oppressed;
The sun again arises in my soul
With all life's holiest ideals renewed
And multiplied, the while each thought becomes
A harmony and every sense a song.
Nuove Poesie.