Fills The Air Around With Beauty.

If Ancient Tales Say True, Nor Wrong These Holy Men.

And Hold Up To The Sun My Little Taper.

Hearts Will Break - Yet Brokenly, Live On.

Which Cheers The Sad, Revives The Old, Inspires The Young, Makes Weariness Forget His Toil, And Fear Her Danger; Opens A New World When This, The Present, Palls.

So Sweet The Blush Of Bashfulness, E'en Pity Scarce Can Wish It Less!