 | Songs and ballads by Samuel Lover |  |
WHEN THE SUN SINKS TO REST.
When the sun sinks to rest,
And the star of the west
Sheds its soft silver light o'er the sea,
What sweet thoughts arise
As the dim twilight dies—
For then I am thinking of thee!
Oh! then, crowding fast,
Come the joys of the past
Through the dimness of days long gone by.
Like the stars peeping out,
Through the darkness about,
From the soft silent depth of the sky.
And the star of the west
Sheds its soft silver light o'er the sea,
What sweet thoughts arise
As the dim twilight dies—
For then I am thinking of thee!
Oh! then, crowding fast,
Come the joys of the past
Through the dimness of days long gone by.
Like the stars peeping out,
Through the darkness about,
From the soft silent depth of the sky.
And thus, as the night
Grows more lovely and bright,
With the clust'ring of planet and star,
So this darkness of mine
Wins a radiance divine
From the light that still lingers afar:
Then welcome the night,
With its soft holy light!
In its silence my heart is more free
The rude world to forget,
Where no pleasure I've met
Since the hour that I parted with thee.
Grows more lovely and bright,
With the clust'ring of planet and star,
So this darkness of mine
Wins a radiance divine
From the light that still lingers afar:
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With its soft holy light!
In its silence my heart is more free
The rude world to forget,
Where no pleasure I've met
Since the hour that I parted with thee.
| Songs and ballads by Samuel Lover | |