I see her dancing in the night:
A glory to behold!
Her beauty precious more than gold,
in my opinion's sight!

She shows me in tranquilities
what this soul seldom ever sees-
The spirit to attract my gaze,
and all my passions to amaze!

I see a daughter beaming bright
and, in her dancing, show-
in awe-some admonition's glow-
that she bears heaven's light!

A festival of harmonies!
A symphony of melodies!
She dances in her youthful days:
A virtuous presence she displays!

Let her vigor, pow'r, and might
so manifest in zeal...
Let, through her dance: so pure, so real,
inspire my cause to fight!

Let it confound the mysteries
of what mortality oft sees,
and open paths to better ways,
that Hosts above we may amaze!