Lucy's Song

            How beautiful at eventide

            To see the twilight shadows pale,

            Steal o'er the landscape, far and wide,

            O'er stream and meadow, mound and dale!

            How soft is Nature's calm repose

            When ev'ning skies their cool dews weep:

            The gentlest wind more gently blows,

            As if to soothe her in her sleep!

            The gay morn breaks,

            Mists roll away,

            All Nature awakes

            To glorious day.

            In my breast alone

            Dark shadows remain;

            The peace it has known

            It can never regain.