Poems (Hornblower)/Verses (In early mom, ere yet the light)
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VERSES.
In early mom, ere yet the light Hath oped its golden wings, and shedA world of beauty on the sight, The night's soft shadows scarcely fled,Ere the first note of bird hath blestThe ah-,earth lies in holy rest.
When evening's sober mantle grey Veils nature's beauty in repose,The hum of cities dies away, And the last bee forsakes the rose;And peace her vigil there doth keep,And close th even eyes that weep.
And in the bosom of the good The sacred inmate ever dwells,Blest in its own calm sanctitude, In cities, or in hermit cells;With holier light than golden day,Guiding the traveller on his way.
One other scene that light illumes, And o'er it sheds its blissful ray,Divinely bright, through death's dark glooms, Shines on the lips that faintly pray,And kindles up the dying eyesWith purer fire than fills the skies!