MY STUDY.
Reading edition
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BY WILLIAM H. C. HOSMER.
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The gaudy, blabbing and remorseful day
Is crept into the bosom of the night.
Shakspeare.
I love the circuit of thy narrow bounds
While my pale lamp gives light,
And, unattended by tumultuous sounds,
Presides the holy Night.
A quiet nook for revery thou art
In the dim hour of shade,
When that wild, wondrous instrument, the heart,
Is lulled, and tranquil made.
My books—old friends that know not frigid change—
When come the evil days,
Unfold their lettered treasures, rich and strange,
To my enamored gaze.
While Folly wastes in lust and midnight wine,
Manhood and moral health,
True wisdom seeketh jewels in the mine
Of intellectual wealth.
Haunt, sacred to retirement and thought!
At night’s dark noon alone,
Within thy hallowed precincts I have caught
Gleams of that world unknown,
Where the soul harbors when this life is o’er,
And closed our war with Time,
And the hushed belfry of the heart no more
Rings with a numbered chime.
