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 With light and joy, to all touched by thy ray

Creation glows for him who feels thy sway.

Of one we love Perfection is the name,

For love is breath of God, all potent flame!

Thus 'twas a lover sang, with rapture filled,

When bird on leafy bough had softly trilled:

Ah! bird so gay,

Take not thy flight!

With dulcet lay

My heart delight!

Stay by me here,

For thou art dear—

Tho' one I love is yet more dear!

Ah! floweret fair,

With breath of Morn

Upon the air

Thy perfume's borne;

Thy life's too fleet,

For thou art sweet—

Tho' one I love is yet more sweet!

Ah! limpid dew,

Fair pearl of Night—

That doth anew

To petal bright

Give charm to lure—

Thou art so pure!

Tho' one I love is just as pure.