Madmoments: or First Verseattempts By a Bornnatural. Addressed to the Lightheaded of Society at Large, by Henry Ellison |
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EVENING.
The last, faint, rosy Tinge is shot up byThe Sun into the Clouds, on Ocean's Breast,
Still as a sleeping Flower, sunk to Rest!
How soft and balmy is the Air! the Sky,
Startwinkling, spreads like a light veil on high,
Betwixt our glance and heaven: from the West
The Day's last blush has faded: pure and blest
As on the primal Eve all Earth doth lie,
Bound with the eternal chain of Love, which far
And near extends, linking the loneliest star,
That sparkles in its Solitude of light
'Mid Heaven's blue depths, with the least flowers that are
Strewn o'er the untrod Wild: oh glorious sight!
Better than man's vain lore when read aright!
This holy Calm can check the idle War
Of Passions, and, with its so gentle Might,
Bend, as these Flowers are bent, our Hearts to Prayer!
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