Her steps are in the whispered sound JOANNA BAILLIE EVENING. SOME, Evening, once again, season of peace; Return, sweet Evening, and continue long! Methinks I see thee in the streaky west, With matron step slow moving, while the night Treads on thy sweeping train; one hand employed In letting fall the curtain of repose On bird and beast, the other charged for man COWPER. EVENING. LL round was still and calm; the noon of night Was fast approaching; up the unclouded sky The glorious moon pursued her path of light, And shed her silvery splendour far and nigh: No sound save of the night-wind's gentlest sigh It kissed the jasmine's stars which just below me grew. Before me, scattered here and there, some trees, Ran broken by that faint and fitful breeze, BARTON. EVENING. HE hours have danced their joyous round Till each in turn, with mercy crowned, Has come and passed away. The constant sun has run his race Athwart the boundless deep; The earth has drank the morning dew, And fed her flowery train; The flowers have spread their charms to view, Now Evening's lengthened shadows spread To curtain them around, And each reclines her modest head, In gentle slumbers bound. Beasts, strong to labour, o'er the lea Laborious man fulfils his task, Birds, beasts, and trees, unmoved by choice, Have each improved the day, Obedient still to nature's voice:- Were Christ's commands before my sight In all I thought and spoke? And worn his easy yoke? Has pride or wrath disturbed my breast, Has sinful sloth my powers possessed And bound them in its chain? Has not my resolution failed? Lord, search, for thou didst see; And has not base self-love prevailed Instead of love to thee? Did I this day, for small or great, The mass of human woe? 'Mid cares and hopes and pleasures mean, With eager fondness sought, Oh, has one glance at things unseen Sublimed my earthly thought? |