And spotless in honour confess thee,
As lilies are spotless in hue.
“On the roof stands yon white stork awaking,
His feathers flush rosy the while,
For, lo! from the blushing east breaking,
The sun sheds the bloom of his smile.
“Let them boast of thy word, ‘It is certain;
We doubt it no more,’ let them say,
‘Than to-morrow that night’s dusky curtain
Shall roll back its folds for the day.’”