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They feel the influence evening brings,
Its gentle calm, its cooling shade;
But the rich colouring which it flings,
O'er fields and woods in bloom arrayed,
Alas! to them 'tis joyless all,
As spread with a funereal pall.
Its gentle calm, its cooling shade;
But the rich colouring which it flings,
O'er fields and woods in bloom arrayed,
Alas! to them 'tis joyless all,
As spread with a funereal pall.
And yet there is a brighter world
Of thought and feeling for them blooms,
And, in their inward soul unfurled,
A sun more brilliant it illumes;
Religion's holier light is theirs,
And morning praise, and evening prayers.
Of thought and feeling for them blooms,
And, in their inward soul unfurled,
A sun more brilliant it illumes;
Religion's holier light is theirs,
And morning praise, and evening prayers.
And friendship's soft and soothing tone
Still gently meets their charmed ear;
Mind can with mind communion own,
A sympathy for ever dear;
Fairer than morning's sunny ray,
And lovelier than the close of day.
Still gently meets their charmed ear;
Mind can with mind communion own,
A sympathy for ever dear;
Fairer than morning's sunny ray,
And lovelier than the close of day.
But ah! there are who walk on earth,
With every sense a sealed power,
Unconscious from then; hapless birth
Of mental charm, or inward dower;
No holy hopes to fire then breast,
But every nobler aim represt.
With every sense a sealed power,
Unconscious from then; hapless birth
Of mental charm, or inward dower;
No holy hopes to fire then breast,
But every nobler aim represt.
