Cheering the mellow hours of night,
While even hurrying Time does seem
To linger by the lambent gleam!
No shadow in our dear retreat,
Nor heart-glooms, like the night-mists rise;
Love speaketh from the laughter sweet,
Love danceth in the sparkling eyes!
While in the radiance on the wall,
God's love, divine, seems over all!
The wrathful storm tramps wildly by