August 11, 2011
COMES something down with eventide,
Beside the sunset’s golden bars,
Beside the floating scents, beside
The twinkling shadows of the stars.
… Who takes no private road, but looks through nature up to nature's God.—Pope.
July 19, 2011
HOW many days with mute adieu
Have gone down yon untrodden sky!
And still it looks as clear and blue
As when it first was hung on high.
The rolling sun, the frowning cloud,
That drew the lightning in its rear,
The thunder, tramping deep and loud,
Have left no footmark there.
July 7, 2011
NOW, on sea and land descending,
Brings the night its peace profound:
Let our vesper hymn be blending
With the holy calm around.
Soon as dies the sunset glory,
Stars of heaven shine out above,
Telling still the ancient story,—
Their Creator’s changeless love.
July 4, 2011
AS evening splendors fade
From yonder sky afar,
The Night pins on her dark
Robe with a large bright star,
And the new moon hangs like
A high-thrown scimitar.
Vague in the mystic room
This side the paling west,
The Tulledegas* loom
In an eternal rest,
And one by one the lamps are lit
In the dome of the Infinite.
June 19, 2011
—George Denison Prentice.
HOW calmly sinks the parting sun!
Yet twilight lingers still;
And beautiful as dream of heaven
It slumbers on the hill;
Earth sleeps, with all her glorious things,
Beneath the Holy Spirit’s wings,
And, rendering back the hues above,
Seems resting in a trance of love.
June 15, 2011
—Henry C. Graves.
SONGS of evening, vespers chiming,
Blend in harmonies of peace;
Upward towards the skies are climbing,
Melodies, when earth tones cease.
Sun in arching course declining,
Star of coming night appear;
Heaven to thee our souls resigning,
With thy Sun and Star be near.