Like the sweet, blushing dawn,
When with her living light she paints
The dew-drops of the lawn?
2 Fair as the moon when in the skies
Serene her throne she guides,
And o’er the twinkling stars supreme
In full orbed glory rides;
3 Clear as the sun, when from the east,
Without a cloud he springs,
And scatters boundless light and heat,