XVI

 

How clear, how lovely bright,

How beautiful to sight

    Those beams of morning play,

How heaven laughs out with glee

5Where, like a bird set free,

Up from the eastern sea

    Soars the delightful day.

 

To-day I shall be strong,

No more shall yield to wrong,

10    Shall squander life no more;

Days lost, I know not how,

I shall retrieve them now;

Now I shall keep the vow

    I never kept before.

 

15— Ensanguining the skies

How heavily it dies

    Into the west away;

Past touch and sight and sound,

Not further to be found,

20How hopeless under ground

    Falls the remorseful day.