Ere it is caught—’tis flown!
MEDITATION.
MEDITATION.
1833.
1.
When evening from the starry skies,
Its blessed dews doth send,
And all the landscape stilly lies,
Calm contemplation’s friend:
Ere it is caught—’tis flown!
MEDITATION.
1833.
1.
When evening from the starry skies,
Its blessed dews doth send,
And all the landscape stilly lies,
Calm contemplation’s friend: