JT-28-AN EVENING THOUGHT.

AN EVENING THOUGHT.

The vernal season bloomed around,
The sky was clear and mild,
I mused upon the scene profound,
Without a thought, defiled.

The fainting sun declined my view,
Low sunken in the west,
His golden beams through ether flow,
And charmed my thinking breast.

Calm may my moments roll away,
And not a crime be seen,
Nor darkening clouds conclude my day
Nor tempest intervene.

And when this life on earth shall end,
And day shall close in night;
Then may my soul to heaven ascend,
To hail supernal light.

Then can my friends in raptures say,
The pilgrim’s gone to rest,
He’s wing’d along his airy way,
To be forever blest.