II. DAWN.

O lily with the heavenly sun

Shining upon thy breast!

My scattered passions toward thee run,

And poise to awful rest.

The darkness of our universe

Smothered my soul in night;

Thy glory shone; whereat the curse

Passed molten into light.

Raised over envy; freed from pain;

Beyond the storms of chance:

Blessed king of my own world I reign,

Controlling circumstance.