EVENING.
Reading edition
The dusky shadows from the east that rise, Steal midway o'er the heavens; the blazing car Of Day is sunk; and Sunset's gorgeous dyes Fade fast away. Eve's solitary star, Watching their golden pomp with kindling eye, New trims her virgin lamp: th' unruffled tide Gives back a liquid light, while shadows lie Deep, broad and strong, the wood-crown'd shores beside. How beautiful! all earthly passions fly This consecrated hour. The distant bird In some sequestered wild mourns on; the fire-fly Lights her nuptial torch; the sounds that stirr'd Die one by one away. An hour like this Is balm unto the soul, steeps every sense in bliss.
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TO THE EDITORS OF THE RURAL MAGAZINE.
The following is taken from a manuscript book of rare pieces, which I have been collecting for upwards of forty years. C. E.