Entranced me nightly in a murmuring dream.
The doves upon the roof made music too,
And sweet it was to hear them bill and coo.
Into my open window Nature smiled,
And all the world seemed pure and undefiled.
Naught can describe those joys of early morn,
When from the night another day was born.
When cares that come oppress and burden me,
I’ll pray to God to send me memory,
Where precious moments came at break of day,