When the sunset in the west
Gilds the landscape far and near
Wraps the sun within his shroud
Dies he on a glorious bier.
When the night falls o’er the land,
Comes the cresent from the sky;
Silence reigns upon the scene,
As the brooklet hurries by.
When the starlight cold and still
Falls upon the earth below—
Falls upon the church-yard hill,
By the saddened brooklets flow.
Slower come the drifting waters
Ceasing once their noisy glee.
As it passes by it sings on
In a plaintive melody.
Ghostly rise the marble spectres
O’er the beds of those who sleep;—
Ever in the night or day time
Still their solemn vigils keep.
When the sunrise in the east
Gilds the sky with flames of light,
Runs the brooklet fast to meet
With its waters ever bright.
Onward to the flowing river,
And its waters mingle there;
Oh! when shall they return agan
To the brooklet shining fair?
THE STAR.
When the Christ was born on earth,
Then wise men the star did guide,
Till with riches they appeared
By the great Messiah’s side.