That strays 'mid summer flowers; thy glittering tear
Is mutely eloquent; thy smile a beam
Of life ineffable, so sweet, so dear,
It wakes the heart from sorrow's darkest dream,
Shedding a hallowed lustre o'er our fate,
And when it beams, we are not desolate.
"No, no! when woman smiles, we feel a charm
Thrown bright around us, binding us to earth;
Her tender accents, breathing forth the balm;
Of pure affection, give to transport birth;