Light streaming through its windows, soft and fair,
Like rays of mercy, answering the prayer
Of penitence serene.
'Midst fairy scenes like these,
Whose fruitage beautiful allures each sense,
And whose green leaves, in blooming eloquence,
Exert their aim to please,
Can thought, in its career
Of joy, pause midway, and with care alight?—
Can fancy, eagle-winged, restrain its flight,