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Poems.
No sound is heard 'mid the glorious light,
Save the last faint note of the fond "good-night."
Save the last faint note of the fond "good-night."
All nature is still, not a breeze awake,
To ruffle the bosom of the clear blue lake;
While the calm, cold ray of moonlight's glow,
Spreads cheerily o'er the scene below.
To ruffle the bosom of the clear blue lake;
While the calm, cold ray of moonlight's glow,
Spreads cheerily o'er the scene below.
The sparkling gems from their airy height,
Emit their rays both pure and bright;
But dearer than all, is the moonlight beam,
Shedding its light o'er the curling stream.
Emit their rays both pure and bright;
But dearer than all, is the moonlight beam,
Shedding its light o'er the curling stream.
Shine, brightly shine! thou ray divine,
The love of the world, mild orb, is thine;
Dear to my soul is thy placid light,
Yet, I must away, "good night—good night."
The love of the world, mild orb, is thine;
Dear to my soul is thy placid light,
Yet, I must away, "good night—good night."
STANZAS.
Oh, I would die in Spring,
When the earth's blossoming
Breathes of another life:
Then would I lay my head,
Within' the green earth's bed,
Free from vain care and strife:
When the earth's blossoming
Breathes of another life:
Then would I lay my head,
Within' the green earth's bed,
Free from vain care and strife:
