Fairy elves, Whose midnight revels by a forest side Or fountain some belated peasant sees, Or dreams he sees, while overhead the moon Sits arbitress.

Come knit hands, and beat the ground in a light fantastic round

Midnight shout and revelry, Tipsy dance and jollity.

Hell has no benefits, only torture.

Gratitude bestows reverence.....changing forever how we experience life and the world.

Must I thus leave thee, Paradise?-thus leave Thee, native soil, these happy walks and shades?

Morn, Wak'd by the circling hours, with rosy hand Unbarr'd the gates of light.