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.