Himfy's Loves, II. Song 16

All the bright world's charms seem brighter,
All the frowns of grief are gone;
Livelier beats my heart—and lighter;
Sweeter is my harp's sweet tone.
Life's fresh spring is renovated,
Bliss finds wings of pride and power,
Nobler passions are created,
Being's struggles upward tower:
I, a new-born life possessing,
Lov'd and loving—bless'd and blessing—
Darkening thoughts have pass'd away,
All is new delight and day.