Classic Poem

While the bright colours slowly melt away
That late the western Clouds so rich bedight,
And gradual darkness steals upon the Light,
Thro' flowery vales and groves I love to stray,
And smiling mark the glowworm's kindling ray,
That midst the darkest walk and deepest glooms
The long moist grass with greenish Light illumes,
And glads the eye, and chears the dusky way.
Tho' now it spreads a radiance thro' its sphere,
'Twas dark by Day, unheeded and unseen!
Thus, humble virtue oft may dim appear,
Where gaudy Fortune spreads her dazzling shine;
But in the gloom of fell affliction's night,
While all around's obscure, she shines in native light!