The Dawn arose, the slumbers shadows have passed nThe autumnal grace which so kindly has cast nIt's sombre yet gracious delight on my grief nEnshrouded and lulled by the winters far deeper relief nnAs weary my days will grow from leisure apart nI shall wait for your powers renewed nI pray to whatever there be nLet be my heard by your tenderness again imbued. nnCura a die renovato cedit nDolor et laetitia conjungtus est nnDelightful shade was all that I dared hope for nThy silent charm alone remains to adore.