Poems (Baldwyn)/The Twilight Hour
THE TWILIGHT HOUR.
The evening shades are spreading O'er the wild-woods; far away The star of evening brightly shines, Bidding farewell to day.
Oh, fair Zohara, best-lov'd star Of all the worlds of light, How bright art thou in loveliness, Within the dome of night!
In this sweet hour of rest and peace, While mem'ry folds her wing, Oh, come, devotion, trim thy lamp, And round thy radiance fling.
Above, where light ethereal dwells, Thy purer rays ascend; Now on my weary, fainting heart The soft reflection bend.
The wave that high above the vale In crystal foam arose, Now in the gentle shade below Glides on in soft repose.
The same pure stream that seeks the vale Has glitter'd bright above; Thus, as my high aspirings rise, Be all my joys and love.
Oh, as the pure wave far on high Reflects the light of heaven, So may their humbler flow be blest, And God's own smile be given.