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NIGHT
“Hath mortal eyes these glories seen,
Yet turned to such a world as ours.”
De Leon's “Noche Serena”
Yet turned to such a world as ours.”
De Leon's “Noche Serena”
Blest lights of Heaven—celestial gems
Of pure and fadeless glow,
Beaming like golden diadems
On evening's dusky brow!
There is a soul-enchanting spell,
A power in each mild ray
Ye shed abroad o'er night, to quell
The stormy cares of day.
Of pure and fadeless glow,
Beaming like golden diadems
On evening's dusky brow!
There is a soul-enchanting spell,
A power in each mild ray
Ye shed abroad o'er night, to quell
The stormy cares of day.
I've seen the glorious morning burst
The dim array of night.
I've seen the sunlight when it first
Glanced over tower and height,
I've seen a flood of glory flung
By sunset o'er the sky,
When every cloud in air that hung,
Received the gorgeous dye.
The dim array of night.
I've seen the sunlight when it first
Glanced over tower and height,
I've seen a flood of glory flung
By sunset o'er the sky,
When every cloud in air that hung,
Received the gorgeous dye.
But thou, O dim and moonless night!
I love thee more than all
Of morning's earth-rejoicing light,
Or evening's glorious fall!
Inspired by thee, I drain the cup
Of wild imaginings,
I love thee, for thou bearest up
My mind from earthly things.
I love thee more than all
Of morning's earth-rejoicing light,
Or evening's glorious fall!
Inspired by thee, I drain the cup
Of wild imaginings,
I love thee, for thou bearest up
My mind from earthly things.
There is no sound on hill or heath
The forest hath no tone—
And silent flows the stream beneath
The dark oaks that have grown
Above its banks—there is a deep,
Fixed quietness around
'Tis nature's hour of calm and sleep
And O! it is profound.
The forest hath no tone—
And silent flows the stream beneath
The dark oaks that have grown
Above its banks—there is a deep,
Fixed quietness around
'Tis nature's hour of calm and sleep
And O! it is profound.
[OMITTED]
Let others seek the gay sunshine,
The pomp and glare of day;
The tranquil hours of night be mine,
For then can fancy stray
Unchecked by aught of earthly things
And inspiration's glow
Can lend my mind mysterious wings
To fly from every wo.
The pomp and glare of day;
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For then can fancy stray
Unchecked by aught of earthly things
And inspiration's glow
Can lend my mind mysterious wings
To fly from every wo.
O starry host! bright page thou'rt writ
By an Almighty hand
Glory like thine alone is fit
To speak of God's command.
Roll on! roll on! ye stars of night,
'Till doubting mortals own
That in your paths of stainless light
Eternal power is shown.
By an Almighty hand
Glory like thine alone is fit
To speak of God's command.
Roll on! roll on! ye stars of night,
'Till doubting mortals own
That in your paths of stainless light
Eternal power is shown.
Stanzas 1, 2, 3, 4, 6, 8 Haverhill Gazette, July 21, 1827
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