Would cease his matchless melody,
To list, and dare no rivalry.
At last a swifter breeze did come
Down from its far off heavenly home;
Bright dew-drops on its wings it bore,
The fairest gems of midnight’s store;
O’er all the earth like stars they lie,
As if to imitate the sky;
Brighter than monarch’s sparkling gem
Was the lowly flow’ret’s diadem.