Beautiful Evening! thy crystalline blue
On the calm waters of the pensive soul
Comes down in all its loveliness - each hue
That floats, like thought, from glimmering pole to pole,
Nectars the heart with Heaven, as if there stole
Soft falls of sapphire dew from the full sky:-
Yes, there are hours, when human pulses roll
Electric with brief immortality!
And see, once more the stars come forth on high-
Dew-drops of gold along their azure lea!
Oh! who can hail their sacred light, nor sigh
To think no spirit of the dust is free-
To think how vainly Fancy still hath furled
Her baffled wing from that forbidden world?
Rev. John Johns C 1825
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