Poems (Chitwood)/The Hour of Release
THE HOUR OF RELEASE.
The stars are thick in the skies to-night; I never saw them so bright before,—They seem like barques of silver white Dropped close by the heavenly shore.The breezes embrace the dewy flowers— I never heard winds with such lips of song;My heart sings out to the quiet hours, As their soft wings glide along.
The skies—oh! what is there beaming there? They always seemed shadowed and dim before;To-night the seraphs with golden hair Stand close to the earthly shore;Anon in my listening ear there floats A faint, faint music, so soft and clear,I know I am listening to the notes That the newly-ransomed hear.