Page:Scenes and Hymns of Life.pdf/71



, guide me! Day declines, Hollow winds are in the pines; Darkly waves each giant bough O'er the sky's last crimson glow; Hush'd is now the convent's bell, Which erewhile with breezy swell From the purple mountains bore Greeting to the sunset-shore. Now the sailor's vesper-hymn Dies away. Father! in the forest dim, Be my stay!

In the low and shivering thrill Of the leaves that late hung still;