Literary cadet, and Saturday evening bulletin. [volume] (Providence, R.I.) 1826-1827, 1826-08-19
SUNDAY EVENING. .

Al the open easement, watching
Tie day's departing light.
Such hours to me are holy,
loier than tongue can tell
They fall on my heart like dew
On the parched heather-bell.
The sun had shone bright all lay,
His setting was brighter still;
Bat there sprung up lovely air
As he drOpt down the western hill.
The fields and lanes were swarmDs
With holiday folks in their best,
Released from their six DAYS cares
BY the seventh days peace and rest.
heard The light-hrarted laugh,
The tramplng OF many feet,
] saw them 90 merrily by,
And TO me the sight was sweet.
There's sacred, soothing sweetness,
A rervatilg spirit oi bliss,
Peculiar from all other times,
In Sabbath eve like this.
Methinks, though knew not the day,
Nor beheld those glad faces, yet all
Would tell me that Nature was keeping
Some solemn festival.
The steer aud the steed in their pastures,
Lie down with II look Of peace,
As ifthey knew twas commanded
That this day their labors should cease.
The lark's vesper song is more thrilling,
As he mounts to bid Heaven good night.
The brook sings Inieter tune
The sun sets in lov. ier light
The grass, the green leaves, and the flowers,
Are un5ed with more exquisite hues,
More odorous incense from out them
s,tams up with tie evening dews
So sat last Sunday evening,
Ma. e.; all these tainss,
VIII fha. ,uiet .ialuoss of suirit
No -ought OF tbs worIl b. sugs-
] watched the departing glory,
TIL its last red streak grew pale,
And EYrth and Heaven were woven
IN w.ligh,'s dusky veil.
Then the lark droIt down 20 his mate
BY her nest on the dewy ground;
Aud the ,'r Of human life
Died way TO distant sound
All sounds died sway-the light laugh
To sl.l stiffness. the puise of ones heart
MigGt have echoed a rose leafs fall
And. by little and little, the darkness
Waved wider its sable wings,
Till the nearest objects, aud largest,
Become shapeless, confused things
And, a last, oil was dark-then felt
cold sadness steal over my heart,
And sud to myself )" Such is life!
So its hopes and its pleasures depart.
And when n GIT comes, the dark night Of age
Wha' relaileth benoalh the sun
OF MI that was Lowell and loved
OF all we have learn and done,
When the eye waxeth di "a, and the ear
To sweet music grows dull and cold,
Aud the fancy blrns low, and the heart
o heavens can the heart grow old
Then what remaineth oflife
But the lees, with bitterness fraugbt,
What tnen >'---Bu, checkd ss II rose,
And reLakod that weak, wicked though
And lifted mine eyes up, and 10.
An answer was wfitten on high
b. the hugcr oi God himself,
L.. the depths Of he dark blue sky.
There appeared sign in the east
A bright, beautiful fixed star
And looked on its steady light
Til the evil thoughts hel affair
AMI the lesser lights of Heaven
Shone out with their pale soft rays,
Like tie calm, unearinly comforts
Of good mans latter days.
Aui here came up sweet perfume
.ul the pnse en- flowers below,
Liz The SAVIOR oi viItuous deeds,
o. deeds done long ago;
Like ne memory Of well-spent time
OF ings tnat were holy and dear
Oitriends departed this life
In the Lords faith aud fear.''
So the burlen of darkness was taken
From ny soul, AMI my hee ri felt light;
And la.d ne down TO slumber,
With peaceful thoughts that night"
AZ NEvnxl s1dxLyID AGAI1!.
BY MRS HEM IS.
r. IL