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When the moist and balmy gale |
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Round the verdant meadow sights |
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Odors sweet in misty veil |
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At the twilight hour arise |
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Murmurings soft of calm repose |
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Rock the heart to child like rest |
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And the day's bright portals close |
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On the eyes with toil oppressed |
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Night already reigns over all |
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Strangely star linked to star |
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Planets, mighty sparkling small |
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Glitter near and gleam afar |
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Gleam above in clearer night |
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Glitter in the glassy sea |
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Pledging pure and calm delight |
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Rules the moon in majesty |
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Now each well known hour is over |
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Trust the newborn eye of day |
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Vales grow verdant, hillocks teem |
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Shady nooks the bushes yield |
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And with waving silvery gleam |
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Wouldst thou wish for wish obtain |
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Cast the shell of sleep away |
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Tarry not, but be thou bold |
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When the many loiter still |
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All with ease may be controlled |
