Of cloudless, climes and starry skies
And all that's best of dark and fright
As I lay asleep I hear her cries
Thus mellowed by thy tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less
Had half impaired the light of her trace
Which waves in every raven tree
Or softly lightens by her grace
Where thoughts serenley sweet express
How pure, how dear her dwelling face
And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent
The smiles that win, the tints that glow
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent.
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