The Day Of Love.

The beam of morning trembling Stole o'er the mountain brook, With timid ray resembling Affection's early look. Thus love begins—sweet morn of love! The noon-tide ray ascended, And o'er the valley's stream Diffused a glow as splendid As passion's riper dream. Thus love expands—warm noon of love! But evening came, o'ershading The glories of the sky, Like faith and fondness fading From passion's altered eye. Thus love declines—cold eve of love!