Has brought new strength to my heart and mind,
And swept all sorrowful things behind.
Oh! Joy of living when youth is ours!
Oh! Earth my Mother, thy fragrant bowers
Could they be fairer if Angels trod
Beneath their trees at the will of God?
Could fabled Heaven e'er compensate
For one such day, when the year is late,
And all the Summer has come to dwell
In long warm moments of dim farewell?