HOW LOVELY THE HOUR.
How lovely the hour, when the sun smooth declining,
Retires to give place to the shadows of night,
When each dew drop that falls round the flowrets are twining
Sweet scents that arise with mild Luna's pale light
O then comes my rapture and then comes my glory,
I fly from the world but I fly not in vain;
A dearer than Helen so blooming in story,
Yes, heavens I view her, my Margaret again.
As the blush on the face every feature enlightens
So she from my bosom removes every care,
The scene else unclouded, before my eye brightens,
And evening but shews me her beauties more
The time winged with pleasure seemed short when the morning
Revealed her light form gliding home by the rill;
While the sun in his orbit all nature's adorning,
True love for thee Margaret my bosom shall fill.
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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