JT-30-AN APOSTROPHE TO THE EVENING STAR.

AN APOSTROPHE TO THE EVENING STAR.

Let me admire You evening star,
Bright beaming in the West,
He rides on his ethereal car,
To light the world to rest.

The murmurs of the distant stream,
Come rolling on the ear,
While glances of his silv’ry beam
Around his groves appear.

Alas! how short, though blest, his stay,
With this our dreary world.
His welcome hours roll fast away,
How soon in darkness furl’d

Farewell, if thou must hasty go,
And leave me here alone,
Cease not to shine on travelers low,
And cheer them when they groan.

Transcendent light! thou heavenly beam,
Now on my soul arise,
And wake me from my fairy dream,
And brighten round my skies.

O never roll thyself away,
But shine forever clear,
That I may walk in cloudless day,
And lose my nightly fear.