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EVENING

Evening veil'd in dewy shades,

Slowly sinks upon the lory fades,

Beneath her sober, chasten'd reign Around her car the pensive Hours,

In sweet illapsesflow'rs

Rich with chrystal dews of night Her hands, the dusky hues arrange

O'er the fine tints of parting day;

Insensibly the colours change,

And languish into soft decay Wide o'er the waves her shadowy veil she draws

As faint they die along the distant shores;

Through the still air Imurmur which the ave pours A browner shadow spreads upon the air,

And o'er the scene a pensive grandeur throws;

The rocks--the woods a wilder beauty wear,

And the deep wave in softer music flows; And now the distant viehere vision fails,

Twilight and grey obscurity pervade;

Tint following tint each dark'ning object veils,

Till all the landscape sinks into the shade Oft from the airy steep of solow:

And evening lives o'er all serene and still,

Wrapt let ale that swells remote,