If the sunshine of hope no dark brow has shrouded,
Each note that thou hearest will tell thee of joy,
For the heart whose young life is still pure and unclouded,
Is a world of delight, which no care can destroy;
But if thou lov'st better the language of sadness,
If sorrow has blighted the hopes that were dear,
In moments of grief as in moments of gladness,
'Tis music has power both to soothe and to cheer.

TRIO.

Then, wake, lady, wake! 'mid the quiet of even,
Forget for a moment thy care and thy woes;
This world in its beauty seems almost like heaven,
So holy and calm is its breathless repose.
Drive not from thy heart the illusions that borrow
Their sweetness from fancy's too changeable ray,
Enjoy what thou canst, while 'tis near, for to-morrow
Its light and enchantment may vanish away.

VOL. III-23