With sweet, soft thrill, their sacred joy
And pleasure to impart.
Did manhood’s bold and active prime,
Ambition’s gaudy prize,
Earth’s tinsel joys, her pomp and state,
In vision o’er him rise?
Ah! none of these, a smile so calm,
Could o’er the features bring;
A stream of joy that glanced so bright
Burst from a purer spring.