The cloud where sunbeams soft repost,
  Gilt by the changeful ray,
With tints still warm and golden, glows,
  When they have pass'd away.

The stream that in its billowy sweep
  Bursts from the mountain side,
Bears far into the calm blue deep
  Its swift and freshening tide.

Thus youthful joys our hearts can thrill,
  Though life has lost its bloom;
And sorrow's hours of darkness still
  With lingering charms illume.