phoebus gilding the brow of morning,

banishes ilk darksome shade,

nature, ddening and adorning;

such to me my lovely maid.

when frae my chloris parted,

sad, cheerless, broken-hearted,

the night's gloomy shades, cloudy, dark, o'ercast my sky:

but when she charms my sight,

in pride of beauty's light—

when thro' my very heart

her burning glories dart;

'tis then—'tis then i wake to life and joy!