Sweet is thy name, Aurora—thou heavenly
Day-giver—sweeter thy deeds than thy name.
Smiling, thou lookest from thy chariot of gold,
And the darkness of night rolleth gently away.
Light beams and glows in thy glance—thou awakest
Life and arousest bright joy—at thy gifts
Innocent birdlets sing praises and bless thee,
Chanting their matin of exquisite tones.
Then do they fear the fierce vulture no longer—
Fear not the talons of evil—nor dread
Screech of the owl, in the sunny ray blinking—
Silent his voice and inactive his eye.
Beautiful change hath enamour'd creation:
'Tis the Creator—for He and His laws
Reign ever-during: all things are shifting—
All, but the godlike machine of the world.