BALLAD. (Bright gems that twinkle from afar)

Bright gems that twinkle from afar, Planets, and every lesser star, That darting each a downward ray, Console us for the loss of day,

Begone, e'en Venus, who so bright, Reflects her visions pure and white; Quick disappear, and quit the skies, For lo! the moon begins to rise.

Ye pretty warblers of the grove, Who chant such artless tales of love; The throstle, gurgling in his throat, The linnet, with his silver note;

The soaring lark, the whistling thrush, The mellow blackbird, goldfinch, hush, Fly, vanish, disappear, take wing, The nightingale begins to sing.