Lucy's 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.