The Dawn arose, the slumbers shadows have passed    The autumnal grace which so kindly has cast    It's sombre yet gracious delight on my grief    Enshrouded and lulled by the winters far deeper relief       As weary my days will grow from leisure apart    I shall wait for your powers renewed    I pray to whatever there be    "Let be my heard by your tenderness again imbued."       Cura a die renovato cedit    Dolor et laetitia conjungtus est       Delightful shade was all that I dared hope for    Thy silent charm alone remains to adore.