That breathe their fragrance through celestial bowers.
2 No night shall be in heaven! no dreadful hour
Of mental darkness, of the tempter’s power—
Across these skies no envious clouds shall roll,
To dim the sunlight of the raptured soul.
3 No night shall be in heaven. Forbid to sleep,
These eyes no more their mournful vigils keep;
Their fountains dried—their tears all wiped away—
They gaze undazzled on eternal day.
4 No night shall be in heaven—no sorrow’s reign;