Myrtilla to Unknown Spirit

Gentle and unknown delight,
Hovering with thy music near us, 
If that our request be right,
Lean thou tow'rd the earth, and hear us; 
And if we may yet rejoice,
Touch the silence with a voice.

By the lingering day forlorn,
And the dread of drear to-morrow,
By the infant yet unborn,
Waiting for its world of sorrow,
By youth, forgetful to rejoice,
And middle age's failing voice;

By the griefs of many lands,
And hearts that waste in secret places,
By the lift of trembling hands,
And the tears on furrowed faces, 
Say, shall anguish yet rejoice? 
Spirit dear, put forth a voice.