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NIGHT.
Save here and there a bright celestial gemIs lost from out the gorgeous diadem;While beaming forth with majesty and graceAnother fills the glitt'ring lost one's place.O Night! what mighty changes thou hast seen!What mighty changes in our world had beenEre yet man came from God's creating hand,The one for whom creation's scheme was planned!And now for long years o'er this peopled earthHast thou looked down on scenes of woe and mirth;On scenes of joy and peace, and those of strife,On scenes of death, and scenes of happy life;And watched while grief, unsleeping, wept awayThe long night-hours until the break of day;And seen despair lift up its tearless eyeIn silent agony, and pray to die.How long, O Night! until such woe be past?When hearts no more shall bow 'neath sorrow's blast,When wrong and error shall be swept away,And truth and right hold universal sway. The most some talent have, though genius, few;And noble zeal and talent might renewOur earth, until twould like a heaven seem,Where life would pass like some entrancing dream.Though talent gazes with bewildered eye,When genius in its course sweeps earth and sky
