“ There is an evening twilight of the heart, When its wild passion-waves are lull'd to rest, And the eye sees life's fairy scenes depart, As fades the day-beam in the rosy west. 'Tis with a nameless feeling of regret We gaze upon them as they melt away, And fondly would we bid them linger yet, But hope is round us with her angel lay, Hailing afar some happier moonlight hour ”
