The traveller who all night long
Through darkness wends his way,
Knows when the sky has darkest grown
Near is the dawn of day ;
To him that dawn appears most bright
As daughter of the darkest night.

Light rising on the playful wing
Of Zephyr comes a shower,
And o'er the green vale hovering
Weeps to the morning flower :
And brightest is that vernal day
Whose morn has wept its clouds away.

Our cares and fears of yesterday
We to the winds will give,
Save that to sweeten present joy
Their memory shall live ;
Our new born joy shall be more dear,
As child ofsorrow and of care.

Come gaily touch thy sweet guitar.
Our hearts will both beat time;
I left each anxious thought afar,
In a dark and distant clime,
When o'er the restless wave I flew
And found thee happy, fair, and true.