Classic Poem

THE wintry storms have past,
Which swept along the skies,
No longer howls the blast,
But gentle zephyrs rise;
And nature smiles, in beauty drest,
And pleasure reigns in ev'ry breast.

The noon-day's heat is gone,
And twilight veils the bow'rs;
The evening shade comes on,
And dew-drops gem the flow'rs;
Like crystal tears from pity's eye,
Or glitt'ring stars which deck the sky.

Hark! hear the serenade
Which steals along the plains;
Now, soft its accents fade,
Then flow in bolder strains,
Like those of angels' harps sublime,
Resounding through the starry clime.

The shining queen of night
Rides on the vernal sky,
And sheds her silver light
From azure realms on high;
Till Sol ascends in golden car,
And shines majestic from afar.

Thus may our moments glide,
In calmness, love, and peace,
And wisdom be our guide
Till life's brief night shall cease:
Then may our spirits wing their way
To brighter realms of endless day.