Infantine effusions By Ernest Charles Jones, written by him, between the eighth and tenth years of his age |
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EXTRACTS FROM THE SAME.
Her silver veil, the night expandsO'er blest Cytherea's lands—
Like locks around the mountains brow—
The darker-spreading shadows grow.
Now dun—now bright—
With magical light
They grow—and show—
The cloud upborne Queen;
Whose silver reign—
Soft lights the plain
And dimly—she is seen.
Sweet zephyrs bear—
The clouds in air—
And as they fly—
Across the sky—
Die—upon the sinking wind.
The silver sound—
Of bulbul round—
Sad swelling oft
In notes more soft—
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Each twinkling star—
Lights from afar,
With silver shine—
Upon some shrine—
Upon the death—stone of the brave.
The night—is past
And dawning fast
The dark clouds fly—
And leave the sky—
Sublimely bright
With Phoebus light.
'Tis dawn—'tis dawn!—
The bell of morn—
Proclaims the day—
Enjoy sweet may—
And weave a garland of green;
Where rivers flow—
Reflecting glow—
And revel—in the scene.
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