Poems (Charlotte Allen)/A Midnight Scene
A MIDNIGHT SCENE.
Pale Cynthia was shedding a mild-beaming ray,
O'er hamlet and village, o'er river and bay;
Scarce a sound was heard save the night-bird's low moan,
And nought seemed in motion,
Save the waves of the ocean,
Emitting a deep, sullen, murmuring tone.
O'er hamlet and village, o'er river and bay;
Scarce a sound was heard save the night-bird's low moan,
And nought seemed in motion,
Save the waves of the ocean,
Emitting a deep, sullen, murmuring tone.
A Ship on the bright-swelling surface was riding,
Majestic she moved while rapidly gliding,
Adown the wide stream with her sails all unfurled,
While the gentle winds smiled,
On the ocean's fair child,
And the bright beams of Luna enlightened the world.
Majestic she moved while rapidly gliding,
Adown the wide stream with her sails all unfurled,
While the gentle winds smiled,
On the ocean's fair child,
And the bright beams of Luna enlightened the world.
'Twas midnight! the hour to excite our devotion,
And raise in each bosom a sacred emotion,
While gazing with rapture on ocean and sky,
With feelings adoringly,
Aspiring imploringly,
To regions celestial, to mansions on high.
And raise in each bosom a sacred emotion,
While gazing with rapture on ocean and sky,
With feelings adoringly,
Aspiring imploringly,
To regions celestial, to mansions on high.