This speck of life in time's great wilderness,
This narrow isthmus 'twixt two boundless seas,
The past, the future, two eternities!
Lalla Rookh; The Veiled Prophet of Khorassan. T. MOORE.
And can eternity belong to me,
Poor pensioner on the bounties of an hour?
Night Thoughts, Night I. DR. E. YOUNG.
'Tis the divinity that stirs within us;
'Tis heaven itself, that points out an hereafter,
And indicates eternity to man.
Cato, Act v. Sc. I. J. ADDISON.
EVENING.
Sweet the coming on
Of grateful evening mild; then silent night
With this her solemn bird and this fair moon,
And these the gems of heaven, her starry train.
Paradise Lost, Bk. IV. MILTON.
It is the hour when from the boughs
The nightingale's high note is heard;
It is the hour when lovers' vows
Seem sweet in every whispered word.
Parisina. LORD BYRON.
O, Twilight! Spirit that doth render birth
To dim enchantments, melting heaven with earth,
Leaving on craggy hills and running streams
A softness like the atmosphere of dreams.
Picture of Twilight. MRS. C. NORTON.
Now came still evening on; and twilight gray
Had in her sober livery all things clad:
Silence accompanied; for beast and bird,
They to their grassy couch, these to their nests,
Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale.
Paradise Lost, Bk. IV. MILTON.
The pale child, Eve, leading her mother, Night.
A Life Drama. A. SMITH.
When on the marge of evening the last blue light is broken,
And winds of dreamy odor are loosened from afar
When on the Marge of Evening. L.I. GUINEY.