Child of Delight!

Child of Delight! with sunbright hair

And seablue, seadeep eyes.

Spirit of bliss, what brings thee here

Beneath these sullen skies?

Thou shouldst live in eternal spring

Where endless day is never dim.

Why, seraph has thy erring wing

Borne thee down to weep with him?

'Not from heaven am I descended

I do not come to mingle tears.

But sweet is day though with shadows blended

And though clouded sweet are youthful years

I, the image of light and gladness

Saw and pitied that mournful boy

Swore to take his gloomy sadness

And give to him my beamy joy.

Guardian angel he lacks no more;

My watch will shield him now.'

Child of delight! Child of delight!

Is it Love which brings thee here?