THE SIXTH-DAY NIGHT.
"Sweet to the soul the parting ray,
Which ushers placid evening in,
When with the still expiring day,
The Sabbath's peaceful hours begin;
How grateful to the anxious breast,
The sacred hours of holy rest!
I love the blush of vernal bloom,
When morning gilds night's sullen tear:
And dear to me the mournful gloom