Lucys 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.