Jan. 1853.
The Evening of Life.
As the shadows of evening around me are falling,
With its dark sombre curtain outspread,
And night’s just at hand, chilly night so appalling,
And day’s brilliant sunshine hath fled,
It is e’en so with me, for the eve of my day
Has arrived, yet I scarcely know how;
Bright morn hath departed, and noon passed away,