Classic Poem

It is a glorious summer eve, and in the glowing west,
Pillow'd on clouds of purple hue, the broad sun sinks to rest;
From me his radiant orb is hid behind the towering cliff,
But brightly fall his parting beams on yonder seaward skiff.

An hour it is when memory wakes, and turns to former years,
And lives along the travell'd line of parted hopes and fears;
A time when buried joys and griefs arise and live again,
Those sober'd in their happiness, these soften'd in their pain.