Brightest, and loveliest in the vault of heaven!
There dost thou shine, and shine like Hope afar;
And at the soft, sweet, silent hour of even,
While airy spirits breathing fragrance fly,
And fan my temples with their odorous wings,
Thy trembling light to watch and worship, I
Go forth;—this to my heart such rapture brings,
As never may be told I—Thy lovely light,
Eternal Sirius, re-calls one dear to mind;
For Oh! her form was beautiful and bright,
And like thy ray, her soul was most refined,
And made for tenderness, and purest love ;—
Then smile on her, bright star, smile sweetly from above.