LAST night below the elem in the lew shelter

Bright the sky did gleam

On water blue, while aïr did softly blow

On the flowèn stream,

An’ there wer gil'cups’ buds untwold, buttercups’

An’ deäisies that begun to vwold fold

Their low-stemm'd blossoms vrom my zight

Ageän the night, an’ evenèn's cwold.

But, oh! so cwold below the darksome cloud

Soon the night-wind roar'd,

Wi’ raïny storms that zent the zwollèn streams

Over ev'ry vword. ford

The while the drippèn tow'r did tell

The hour, wi’ storm-be-smother'd bell,

An’ over ev'ry flower's bud

Roll'd on the flood, ‘ithin the dell.

But when the zun arose, an’ lik’ a rwose

Shone the mornèn sky;

An’ roun’ the woak, the wind a-blowèn weak, oak

Softly whiver'd by. trembled

Though drown'd wer still the deäisy bed

Below the flood, its feäce instead

O’ flow'ry grown’, below our shoes

Show'd feäirest views o’ skies o'er head.

An’ zoo to try if all our faïth is true so

Jaÿ mid end in tears, joy may

An’ hope, woonce feäir, mid saddèn into fear, once

Here in e'thly years. earthly

But He that tried our soul do know

To meäke us good amends, an’ show

Instead o’ things a-took awaÿ,

Some higher jaÿ that He'll bestow. joy