George Howell-Baker, The Glamorgan Gazette — In Sunset's Hour
“ In Sunset's Hour. When failing light bespeak the night And her early sway, When silver moon amid the gloom Blends with each golden ray; 'Tis when the softest amber clouds Shun a silver gleam, 'Tis when they wear a ruddier robe Caught from a passing beam. ”
