Daily new strength was given.
For the first time, since darkness on me fell,
I passed with more of joy than words can tell
Under the free blue Heaven.
I bathed my brow in the cool gushing spring—
How much of life those bright drops seemed to bring.
I crushed the dewy leaves
Of the pale violets, and drank their breath—
Though I had heard that at each floweret’s death
A sister blossom grieves.