Lo! the angel came, and in her sweetest voice sang to me.

Then I tried to make verses in the language of the shepherd swain.

Bright thoughts came to me; great secrets were discovered.

What hours! What lessons! What pleasures I found under the tiles!" During the winter evenings, when night comes on quickly, Jasmin's small savings went to the oil merchant.

He trimmed his little lamp, and went on till late, reading and rhyming.