...joy To glad me when the nightingales are dumb, No golden plumage to enchant mine eye, — Thou comeft to me when no others come. 'Tis hope that makes thee on my cafement ftand ; ' Tis faith that bids thee fly unto my hand. Thou lookeft in my face with eyes of...

...golden plumage to enchant mine eye, Thou comest to me when no others come : 'Tis Hope that makes thee at my casement stand, 'Tis Faith that bids thee fly into my hand. Thou lookest in my face with eyes of cheer That win me in affliction not to weep ; A voice in thy mute...