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.