And the birds—gay, feathered songsters—
First commenced their carolling,
Kindling in our hearts o’erflowing
More of love than tongue can tell,
Sweeter than the breath of morning
Came our star-eyed Gabrielle.
And our earth-worn hearts were gladdened
As we gazed into her eyes,—
Liquid mirrors, freshly tinted
With the hues of paradise.