Book 3 — I THINK OF THEE.

I think of thee, at twilight’s hour,

When the last sunbeam sinks away;

When night-birds sing in every bower,

And herds and herdsmen homeward stray—

When all is beauty, all is peace,

When sorrows, cares, and sadness flee,

Then my lone heart finds sweet release,

In happy thoughts, dear one, of thee.

I think of thee, when dawning day

Calls forth all nature’s freshened throng,

When sporting lambkins skip and play,

And birds pour forth their joyous song—

When every eye with hope is bright,

And every heart is light and free—

When nature wakes from nature’s night,

Then, dearest, then I think of thee.