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THE EVENING STAR.
BY L. E. L.
How beautiful the twilight sky,
Whose starry worlds now spread,
Amid the purple depths of eve,
Their glory o'er my head!
And there is one—a radiant one—
Amid the rest shines he,
As if just risen from his sleep,
Within the mighty sea.
The clouds fall off in glittering flakes
Before his shining brow;
So moves a ship that flings the waves
In bright foam from its prow.
I marvel not in former days,
Ere purer light was given,
That men fell down and worshipped thee,
A spirit-king in heaven.
