A Dream.

A DREAM.

A Peaceful morn the sweets of spring convey, A radiant beam to usher in the day; Soft as the breeze in whisper seem'd to say, In angel mildness begg'd me to obey. Thus rais'd to hope; but glides my dream away, Her form transparent, brighter than the day. What joy sublime, what innocence around, With kind benevolence and myrtle crown'd; Still in my ear melodious sounds I hear, Ecstatic themes of her eternal year.