Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, EVENING HOUR, by ROYALL TYLER



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EVENING HOUR, by             Poet's Biography
First Line: There is a dear delightful hour
Last Line: And soften fell despair.
Alternate Author Name(s): Old Simon; S.
Subject(s): Serenity


THERE is a dear delightful hour,
Enchanting, soothing in its pow'r,
'Tis when the fervid sun
Has shed his fading, ling'ring rays,
And when the twilight soft betrays,
That day his course has run.

'Tis when the moon, far o'er the main,
Sheds on the hill and smiling plain,
Her pure, yet borrow'd beams;
When some pale lover, wand'ring far,
Beholds the bright Hesperian star,
In fancy's golden dreams.

'Tis when the rais'd romantick mind,
To friendship, peace, and heav'n resign'd,
Loves dearly to repair
To some sequester'd, fragrant grove,
There wrapt in "by past times" to rove,
Releas'd from studious care.

'Tis when the heavenly orbs serene,
Divinely blend each rural scene,
Of meadows, hills, and dales;
When by their mild and tranquil light,
From perfum'd groves the birds of night
Descant their tender tales.

'Tis when the sentient, wounded heart,
Pierced by slander's keenest dart,
Press'd with unnumber'd woes,
Flies from the "busy hum" of day,
In solitary walks to stray,
And seek a soft repose.

Dearly I love thy tranquil pow'r,
No noon tide sun, no morning hour
Can with thy charms compare;
For e'en when sorrow swells my breast,
Thine hour can soothe my soul to rest,
And soften fell despair.





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