His notes of sweetest ecstasy.
Thus, my Creator! thus the more
My spirit’s wing to Thee can soar,
The more she triumphs to behold
Thy love in all thy works unfold,
And bids her hymns of rapture be
Most glad, when rising most to Thee!
THE NIGHTINGALE.
CHILD’S EVENING HYMN.
When twilight’s gray and pensive hour