The following piece was composed while viewing a beautiful sunset from the capitol at Washington, in September, 1835.
The day draws near its close, love,
But I am far from thee;
A sweet and calm repose, love,
This hour once brought to me.
But now I am alone, love,
And all the weary day,
I feel that thou art gone, love,
How can I then be gay?
Could’st thou with me enjoy, love,