Sunset
The Summer’s sunset throws a tender spell,
Along the hills, o’er ocean’s softened swell;
The God of day goes flaming down the sky,
And zephyr floats on perfumed pinions by.
Oh! who can gaze upon this gorgeous sight,
Nor feel his bosom chain’d by deep delight,
This hour when beauty wears her richest dye,
And love o’erflows charmed ocean, earth and sky;
Till fancy, dreaming in her lovely bower,
Hears far off strains of deep, o’erwhelming power,
And, lifting up her pensive orbs above,
Spies Angels winging through yon vault of love,
And says that “they are wafting souls forgiven
On their bright pinions, to yon nameless Heaven.”
On such an eve, so peaceful and so bright,
Two loved ones flee beyond yon failing light,
No more to droop within this gloomy world,
Their angel pinions next God’s throne were furled;
There now—for aye forgot this earthly night—
They lave those bright wings in eternal light.