214 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." 



