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Song, accompanied by Æolian harps When, in vernal showers descending, Blossoms gently veil the earth, When the fields' green wealth, up-tending, Gleams on all of mortal birth; Tiny elves, where help availeth, Large of heart, there fly apace; Pity they whom grief assaileth, Be he holy, be he base.

Ye round this head on airy wing careering,

Attend, in noble Elfin guise appearing;

Assuage the cruel strife that rends his heart,

The burning shaft remove of keen remorse,

From rankling horror cleanse his inmost part:

Four are the pauses of the nightly course;

Them, without rest, fill up with kindly art.

And first his head upon cool pillow lay,

Then bathe ye him in dew from Lethe's stream;

His limbs, cramp-stiffen'd, will more freely play,

If sleep-refreshed he wait morn's wakening beam.

Perform the noblest Elfin-rite,

Restore ye him to the holy light!

CHORUS (singly, two or more, alternately and together)

Softly when warm gales are stealing

O'er the green-environed ground,

Twilight sheddeth all-concealing

Mists and balmy odors round:

Whispers low sweet peace to mortals,

Rocks the heart to childlike rest,

And of day-light shuts the portals

To these eyes, with care oppressed.

Night hath now descended darkling,

Holy star is linked to star;

Sovereign fires, or faintly sparkling,

Glitter near and shine afar;

Glitter here lake-mirror'd, yonder

Shine adown the clear night sky;

Sealing bliss of perfect slumber,

Reigns the moon's full majesty.

Now the hours are cancelled; sorrow,

Happiness, have passed away:

Whole thou shalt be on the morrow!

Feel it! Trust the new-born day!

Swell the hills, green grow the valleys,

In the dusk ere breaks the morn;

And in silvery wavelets dallies,

With the wind, the ripening corn.

Cherish hope, let naught appall thee!

Mark the East, with splendor dyed!

Slight the fetters that enthrall thee;

Fling the shell of sleep aside!

Gird thee for the high endeavor;

Shun the crowd's ignoble ease!

Fails the noble spirit never,

Wise to think, and prompt to seize.

[A tremendous tumult announces the uprising of the Sun.]