She lends her light to rapture and despair;
The glow of hope, and wan hue of sick fancy,
Alike reflect her rays; alike they light
The path of meeting or of parting love;
Alike on mingling or on breaking hearts
She smiles in throned beauty.
Maturin—Bertram.
60. Sunrise;
Rolling back the clouds into
Vapors more lovely than the unclouded sky,