 | The poetical works of James Montgomery |  |
Thus pass'd the day: night follow'd, deck'd with stars
Innumerable, and the pale new moon,
Beneath her feet, a slight inverted crescent,
Soon disappearing.
Innumerable, and the pale new moon,
Beneath her feet, a slight inverted crescent,
Soon disappearing.
Time flew on, and brought
Alternate morn and eve. The sun, the stars,
The moon through all her phases, waxing, waning,
The planets seeking rest, and finding none,
—These were the only objects in mine eye,
The constant burden of my thoughts, perplex'd
With vain conjectures why they were created.
Alternate morn and eve. The sun, the stars,
The moon through all her phases, waxing, waning,
The planets seeking rest, and finding none,
—These were the only objects in mine eye,
The constant burden of my thoughts, perplex'd
With vain conjectures why they were created.
| The poetical works of James Montgomery | |