The Modern Scottish Minstrel, Volume 4
“ And Love will a diviner air Impart to Beauty. TO THE EVENING STAR. Star of descending Night! Lovely and fair, Robed in thy mellow light, Subtle and rare; Whence are thy silvery beams, That o'er lone ocean gleams, And in our crystal streams Dip their bright hair? Far in yon liquid sky, Where streamers play And the red lightnings fly, Hold'st thou thy way; Clouds may envelop thee, Winds rave o'er land and sea, O'er them thy march is free As thine own ray. OH! WAFT ME TO THE FAIRY CLIME. Oh! ”
