Poems (Davidson)/An Acrostic
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MISCELLANEOUS PIECES.
AN ACROSTIC.
THE MOON.
Lo! yonder rides the empress of the night!Unveiled she casts around her silver light;Cease not, fair orb, thy slow majestic march,Resume again thy seat in yon blue arch.E'en now, as weary of the tedious way,Thy head on Ocean's bosom thou dost lay;In his blue waves thou hid'st thy shining face,And gloomy darkness takes its vacant place.
THE SUN.
[IN CONTINUATION.]
Darting his rays the sun now glorious rides,And from his path fell darkness quick divides;Vapor dissolves and shrinks at his approach.It dares not on his blazing path encroach;Down droops the flow'ret, and his Burning rayScorches the workmen o'er the new-mown hay.O, lamp of Heaven, pursue thy glorious course,Nor till gray twilight, aught abate thy force.