(seq. 64)

To Darkness

Child of the dusky mantled night
I woo thy [dim?] oblivious shade;
To me impart thy friendly aid
For day is hateful to my sight.

2
Oh come in sober livery drest
And hide the sorrows of my breast
Within thy deep impervious gloom
And when the rosy tint sof day,
Shall chase thy sombre shades away
O soon thy sable hues resume.

3
And let no cheerful voice or sound
Disturb the deathlike silence round
Which [warns?] me to the silent tomb.

The Summer Evening

How fragrant in summer the cool evening breeze
When Sol's burning rays are withdrawn
When moonbeams are dancing among the dark trees
And dewdrops bespangle the lawn

2
How pleading the sound of the murmuring [rills?]
As it glides through the meadows so gay
How rich are the fields and how verdant the hills
How sprightly the Whippoorwills [lay?]
And when to repose we are tranquillly laid
How enchanting with musick to wake