“Now spurs the lated traveller apace
“To gain the timely inn.”
Shakespeare.
Bright Sol retiring o’er the western hills,
With parting radiance gilds the village spire:
In other realms his healing office fills,
To other climes emits beatific fire.
The dusky shades of twilight now preside,
And wrap the Hamlet in a solemn gloom;
The labours of the industrious hind subside,