64 SABBATH EVENING TWILIGHT. It trances every roving thought, Yet sets the soaring fancy free- I love those joyous memories, Yet holier is thy peaceful close, For vows love left recorded there; Wrapped every vision hope had given. When these deep purpling shades came down, We swore, that, whether fate should crown Our future course with joys or ills SABBATH EVENING TWILIGHT. Whether safe moored in love's retreat, And urge to Heaven our mutual plea. O, tell me if this hallowed hour Still finds thee constant at our shrine, Still witnesses thy fervent prayer Ascending warm and true with mine! Faithful through every change of wo, My heart still flies to meet thee there : "Twould sooth this very heart to know That thine responded every prayer. SUNRISE ON THE HILLS. BY H. W. LONGFELLOW. I STOOD upon the hills, when heaven's wide arch And woods were brightened, and soft gales The clouds were far beneath me:-bathed in light Like hosts in battle overthrown, As many a pinnacle with shifting glance, The dark pine blasted, bare, and cleft. Where upward in the mellow blush of day SUNRISE ON THE HILLS. I heard the distant waters dash I saw the current whirl and flash And richly by the blue lake's silver beach The musick of the village-bell Came sweetly to the echo-giving hills, And the wild horn, whose voice the woodland fills, That faint and far the glen sent out, Where, answering to the sudden shot, thin smoke If thou art worn and hard beset With sorrows that thou wouldst forget― Dim the sweet look that Nature wears. 67 |