’TWAS morning when one found his way
Within the garden lands of love.
He lingered till he thought the day
Should surely unto night yield sway.
But morning’s sun still shone above
In skies unmarred by evening’s gray,
While on the air rang this refrain—
’Tis never night in love’s domain.
Love’s palace beauteous is, and tall,
And broad, and grand is his estate.