Hope Comes To Youth, Gliding Thro' Azure Skies With Amaranth Crown: - Her Full Robe, Snowy White, Floats On The Gale, And Our Exulting Sight Marks It Afar. - From Waning Life She Flies, Wrapt In A Mist, Covering Her Starry Eyes With Her Fair Hand. - But Now, In Floods Of Light, She Meets Thee, Sylvia, And With Glances, Bright As Lucid Streams, When Spring'S Clear Mornings Rise. From Hymen'S Kindling Torch, A Yellow Ray The Shining Texture Of Her Spotless Vest Gilds; - And The Month That Gives The Early Day The Scent Od[ O]Rous[1], And The Carol Blest, Pride Of The Rising Year, Enamour'D May, Paints Its Redundant Folds With Florets Gay. 1: Od[ O]Rous. Milton, In The Par. Lost, Gives The Lengthened And Harmonious Accent To That Word, Rather Than The Short, And Common One, [ O]Dorous: - - "The Bright Consummate Flower Spirit Od[ O]Rous Breathes."