Chorus Of Spirits.

Vanish, dark clouds on high,     Offspring of night!     Let a more radiant beam     Through the blue ether gleam,     Charming the sight!     Would the dark clouds on high     Melt into air!     Stars glimmer tenderly,     Planets more fair     Shed their soft light.     Spirits of heav'nly birth,     Fairer than sons of earth,     Quivering emotions true     Hover above;     Yearning affections, too,     In their train move.     See how the spirit-band,     By the soft breezes fann'd,     Covers the smiling land,     Covers the leafy grove,     Where happy lovers rove,     Deep in a dream of love,     True love that never dies!     Bowers on bowers rise,     Soft tendrils twine;     While from the press escapes,     Born of the juicy grapes,     Foaming, the wine;     And as the current flows     O'er the bright stones it goes,     Leaving the hilly lands     Far, far behind,     Into a sea expands,     Loving to wind     Round the green mountain's base;     And the glad-winged race,     Rapture sip in,     As they the sunny light,     And the fair islands bright,     Hasten to win,     That on the billows play     With sweet deceptive ray,     Where in glad choral song     Shout the exulting throng;     Where on the verdant plain     Dancers we see,     Spreading themselves amain     Over the lea.     Some boldly climbing are     O'er the steep brake,     Others are floating far     O'er the smooth lake.     All for a purpose move,     All with life teem,     While the sweet stars above     Blissfully gleam.