"As every spark is in the night alive, And suddenly extinguished when 'tis morn;
When me my sun doth of his rays deprive, Against me felon Fear uplifts his horn:
But they the shades of night no sooner drive, Than Fears are past and gone, and Hopes return.
Return, alas! return, O radiance dear!
And drive from me that foul, consuming Fear.
