31.07.2007, 06:56
Hail, gentle spirits, who with magic wing,
Chase the dark clouds of sullen night away,
And from her murky cave my freed soul bring,
To revel in the radiant beams of day.
What are you, say? or earthly, or divine?
Who thus can cheer the pause of dull repose;
With chemic art the dross of sleep refine,
And beauteous scenes to curtained eyes disclose?
What are you! who subduing time and space,
To bless these moments can my Love restore?
I hear his voice, behold his form, his face,
And grateful own your power can give no more.
Hail, gentle spirits! to whose guardian care,
I owe such bliss, yet know not what you are!
Chase the dark clouds of sullen night away,
And from her murky cave my freed soul bring,
To revel in the radiant beams of day.
What are you, say? or earthly, or divine?
Who thus can cheer the pause of dull repose;
With chemic art the dross of sleep refine,
And beauteous scenes to curtained eyes disclose?
What are you! who subduing time and space,
To bless these moments can my Love restore?
I hear his voice, behold his form, his face,
And grateful own your power can give no more.
Hail, gentle spirits! to whose guardian care,
I owe such bliss, yet know not what you are!