914 A PICTURE OF DAWN.

fumes. The blustering voice of the cardinal, the
languishing coo of the turtle, the sad, sweet, moan
of the blue bird, the song of the bird of paradise
and the mocker, formed a charming medley of
clear and plaintive notes. A light dew had strewn
on the leaves of the trees and plants a thousand
liquid pearls, which refracted the pure bright ray
into its prismatic colours. These perfumes, this
gentle air, these sweet songs, and these brilliant
hues, did indeed make me happy. This fresh
awakening of nature conveyed to my soul a feeling
of undefined bliss, a vague happiness, which ex-
ceeded all the joys of earth, while it raised my
thoughts towards heaven.”