American watchman and Delaware advertiser. [volume] (Wilmington, Del.) 1822-1828, 1825-05-31
For The Globe and Emerald.
TWILIGHT REFLECTIONS

W. p. NJ. WOOD.
The day is dying as the sun goes down,
The glmmering twilight trembles on each spray,
And gids with crimson the steep mountains brown
Reflected from the hues of fading day;
And the warm blaze of beauty which is spread
O'er Natures face, returning days farewell,
Is meek and eloquent as farewell said
BY dying friends, whose rapurd bosoms swell tell!
With hope of Heaven, glorious than tongue can
Such is the twilight of the human heart,
When faith lights up its evening clouds of dun,
Gliding the hour the soul from earth doth part,
With light more glorious than the setting sun;
When throbs responsive in each bosom swell,
Kinding the twilight of their sunset west
With hues retaining long the fond farewell
That warmly gushes from the o'eraowng breast,
When Loves last, fervent kiss dying lips is prest
Now the fain sun seems Pickering in the west,
Like some lone spirit lowering round the tomb
lSighing to sleep within its peaceful breast,
And yet mstrustful Of It's deepening gloom
And now it fades-and comes tile enchanted hour,
When vagrant Fancy weaves her mystic charms,
And forms from Heaven, obedlent to her power,
Are here again, and clasp'd in wdow'd arms.
In joy ecstatic, which the mourners spirit calms
And now tits gone from eastern hill there peeps
milder orb, relieving the thick gloom
That broods DER Nature while the day-god sleeps,
Whose argent beam would fill the sunlights rooms
The star of Love is beamng in the sky,
| And numbers worship meath its placid reign,
Whose faithful hearts are bound by golden tie,
That links young hearts in more than mortal chain,
| And Love and its wtcheres unbroken reign
But list! some spirit whispers-"These shall fade,-
| Like the last ray of twilight in the west,
The glow of youth-the bloom of Beauty's braid,
And ardent feelings rushing from the breast:
| All, all shall fade-bu the ETERNAL OyE
\ Whose single word from nothing spake the whole
The baslful hues that hail the morning sun,
4 The hymning spheres that in their circles roll,
And the fra tenement where dwells the human soul"
II But say, fair spirit-shall the restless SOUL
i That roams cen beyond earth's utmost bound,
And srurns the feuers of its low control
| Go out in twligt-die in gloom profound,
When the same hucs betoken coming day,
4 AS those that blush along the western sky i'f
when annual aow'rets make Springs bosom gay,
| And deck the turf where mans last relics e'
"Oh. no-mans glorious daysprng is in worlds on high.
Il IT'S good to pause moment on the verge
1 of coming eve-while in majestic tone
II Unearthly voices pour solemn dirge,
n For all the joys that with the day have Hown;
n For tits the hour when the poor soul may soar,
81 In dreamful blessedness to worlds above,
Ito meet those Isre ones it had known before,
II And Join the tendrls of their sunderd love, [rove
II And through bright bowers of fancied bliss enraptr
'Tis good to mark the sombre hues tina, fall
On the light clouds that pillow UP the west,
When twilight fades-and leaves them like the pail.
Or the last smile of love griefimpresti
And when the sinks smingly away,
Like Virtue beckoning from the gate OF Heaven,
1t prompts man onward to those realms OF day,
Whose vision to the eye of faith is given
AS the rapt spirit gazes on the fading hues OF even