And now sweet fancies fill my breast,
And thou art strangely dear.
Behold! as yonder heavenly moon,
Breaks through the dark-blue sky,
And through night's deepest, stillest noon,
That brightness will supply—
Thy smile thus sheds its heavenly light
Athwart life's deepest gloom,—
Thus brightly gilds the spirit's night
Its gentle beams illume.