AN EVENING sKETcH.
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The birds have ceased their song,
All, save the black cap, that, amid the boughs
Of yon tall ash tree, from his mellow throat,
In alteration ofthe setting sun,
Chants forth his evening hymn.


IT'S twilight now;
The sovereign sun behind his western hills
In glory hath declined. The mighty clouds,
Kissed by his warm effulgence, hang around
In all their congregated hues of pride,
Like pillars of some tabernacle grand,
Worthy his glowing presence; while the sky,
Illumned TO its centre, glows intense,
Changing its sapphire majesty to gold.
How deepi is the tranquility the trees
Are slumberng through their multitude q
boughs,
Even to the leahet on the frailest twig!
A twilight gloom pervades the distant hills;
An azure softness mingles with the sky.
The fisherman drags to the yellow shore
His laden nets; and, in the sheltering cove,
Behind yon rocky point, his shallop moors,
To tempt again the perilous deep at dawn.
The sea is wageless, lake ingulphd
Mid shaltering hills-without arpplc spreads
Its bosom, SILENT and immense--the hues
of Pickering day have from its surface died.
Leaving it garb'd in sunless majesty.
With bosoming branches, round, yon village
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Its row Of lofty elmtrees; silently
Towering in spiral wreaths to the soft sky,
The smoke from many cheerful hearth ascends;
Melting in ether


As gaze, behold
The evening star illumines the blue south,
Twinlllinls in loveliness o! holy star,
Thou bright dispenser of the twilight dews, IS
Thou herald Of Nights glowing galaxy,
And harbingcr of social bliss! how oft,
Amid the twilights of departed years,
Resting beside the rivers mirror clear,
On trunk ofmassy oak with eyes upturn'd
To thee in admiration, have sat #
Dreaming sweet dreams, till earth-bom turbu-
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Was all forgot; and thinking that in thee, 81
Far from the riideness of this jaIring world,
There might be realms of quiet happiness