THE PARK.
When the earliest star of evening breaks the gloom of twilight skies,And to meet its fresh effulgence, we lift up day-wearied eyes,Eyes on which Life hangs its burthen, Sleep can loose as well as Death,Then a spirit, passing near me, pauses, breathing gentle breath.
Come thou where the giant shadows shall enclose thee with their arms,Where the silence shields from sinful thoughts as angels guard from harms;Not with laughter and companions, flaunting in the light of Day,Come, a vesper Nun at even, to remember and to pray.
