FOR THE LITCHFIELD ENQUIRER. MIDNIGHT MUSINGS.
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Iris midnight's solemn hour. The world is still; The night breeze softly, from the distant hill, Comes with the perfnmed lrcath ofhowers, Revives my spirit in the lonely hours. How beautiful-upon the silent night The moon sends forth her rays of silver light The dew distils upon the rising flowers, And gleams like chrystal on the leafy bowers. Hark! there is music in the stilly air From wonder happy worlds so bright and fair The angel spirits wing their unseen flight; They bring us peace through all the darkling night Gods messengers of mercy. From above He watches OCT us with an eye of love. Father of light, in this lone silent hour see thy glory, feel thy wondrous power; Month follows month, the years they roll away, But thou, unchanging, guard us day by day. The spring returns in all it's vernal bloom, The flowers revive from winters icy tomb And to thee with natures voices raise My silent tribute of adoring praise.

 L1TcHFIELD, l84l. HMB.