ON SAILING ON LOCH LONG BY MOONLIGHT.
Evening shadows deeply fell
Over mountain, flood, and dell,
And a rich and roseate hue
Its own gladness softly threw
O'er a scene as brightly blest
As ever hushed my soul in rest.
Then the pale moon in silence rose
Amid that deep and calm repose,
And smiles from heaven mildly bent
Along that spacious firmament;
While stars of brightest beauty shone,
Dazzling and fair to look upon,
As if they felt a presence there,
The spirit—passion of the air—
A something holy, true, and good,
Ruling that silent solitude.
Over mountain, flood, and dell,
And a rich and roseate hue
Its own gladness softly threw
O'er a scene as brightly blest
As ever hushed my soul in rest.
Then the pale moon in silence rose
Amid that deep and calm repose,
And smiles from heaven mildly bent
Along that spacious firmament;
While stars of brightest beauty shone,
Dazzling and fair to look upon,
As if they felt a presence there,
The spirit—passion of the air—
A something holy, true, and good,
Ruling that silent solitude.
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