Night Song - An 1858 Poem
By Willie E. Pabor.
- The evening's soft shimmer
- Is falling around
- And dew, like a mantle,
- Descends on the ground.
- The last gentle sunbeam
- Has faded away
- Which tinged for a moment,
- Blade, blossom and spray.
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- The robin's last carol
- Has died on the air,
- Like the incense of south,
- As offered in prayer.
- The dove and the blue bird
- Have sunk in their nest,
- Their twitter is silenced,
- They're safely at rest.
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- The glade and the heather,
- In silence serene,
- Rest under the moonbeams
- That fall on the scene.
- The rill's gentle ripple
- Sounds soft on the ear,
- Like the sigh that succeeds
- The fall of a tear.
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- The far distant murmur
- Of Ocean is borne
- On the breath of the wind
- Through the silence forlorn;
- And far to the nor'ward
- Aurora appears,
- Line the Genii of love
- To calm all our fears.
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- The sigh of the mourner
- Is stifled and low,
- For the angel of sleep Is staying all woe.
- The head of the sleeper
- Calm halos surround,
- For angels, good angels,
- In vigils are found.
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- Oh! great is the Author,
- The God we adore
- And may mortals bless Him
- And prairie Him the more
- Who gives us all blessings
- That hover around,
- And watches the sparrow
- That falls to the ground.
August 5, 1858. American Volunteer 45(8): 1. Issued at Carlisle, Pennsylvania.