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'Tla Midnight : on the mountains bt'Own
The cold round moon shines deeply down;
Blue roll the watera, blue the aky
Spreadalike an ooeail hung on high,
Beapangled with those isles of light,
So wildly, spiritually bright ;
Who ever gazed upon tue~ shining
And turn'd to earth without repining,
Nor wiah'd for wings to flee away,
Aud miX with their eterMI ray 1
The waves on either shore lay there,
Calm, clear, 11.nd Azure as the air ;
And BC&rce their foam the pebbles shook,
But murmur'd meekly ns the brook.
The winde were pillow'd on the waves;
The ba.nnera droop'd along their staves,
And, aa they fell around them furling,
Above them shone the crescent curling;
And that deep silence waa unbroke,
Sa.ve where the watch hie signal spoke;
Save where the steed neigh'd oft and shrill,
.ADd echo anawer'd from the hill,
And the wild bum of that wild host
Rustled like leaves from coast to eoaat.,
Aa rose the MuezziJl'a • voice in air
In midnight i:All to wonted prayer.~~gt.Loox, the world'e comforter, with weary gait,
His da.y's hot task baa ended in the west :
The Owl, Night's b.'<rrald, ahrieks-'tia very late ;
The ebesp are gone to fold} birds to their nest ;
And coal-black clouds that shadow heaven's Hgbt,
Do summon ua to part, and bid good-night.
SIUJC-"Sl'U'R&(^0) Moeutn, ODe appointed b7 the 'l'lllb (wllo do 1kl& -llella) to eamtiiOII I))'
lila YOICa tile rellctou to t.11e1r de1'0~