Night is too cheerless when thy smiles depart;
Thou peerless orb! night’s fairy queen thou art!
Ah, see! from Luna’s face the clouds have fled,
Her lovely rays their mellow light impart;
Then, while a pensive smile her face o’erspread,
With softly whisp’ring voice the lonely watcher said:
XIII.
“O, happy days of childhood, when each hour
Was full of life’s enjoyment! when no care
On my young heart had tried its palsying power;