The gem that gleams on the velvet vest,
That shelters each slumbering floweret’s breast,
And has whisper’d all night of its home on high,
Where its sisters dwell in the beaming sky,
Takes a sweeter tone when the dawning day
Bids it leave the earth on its heavenward way;
The dancing brook murmurs a joyous tale,
Of the leafy wood and mossy vale;
And have ye not heard, when the shades of night
Hung dark o’er the earth, and the stars were bright,