New-York, 1775.
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_For the +New-York Weekly Magazine+._
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TWILIGHT.
A Sonnet.
“The West yet glimm’ring with some streaks of day
“Now spurs the lated traveller apace
“To gain the timely inn.”
_Shakespeare._
Bright Sol retiring o’er the western hills,
With parting radiance gilds the village spire:
In other realms his healing office fills,
To other climes emits beatific fire.
The dusky shades of twilight now preside,
And wrap the Hamlet in a solemn gloom;
The labours of the industrious hind subside,
The weary shepherd seeks his peaceful home.
At this lone hour, in contemplative mood,
Near some remote and solitary wood,
To calm his grief the mourning lover strays:
The nightingale in sympathetic strain,
Warbling its plaintive notes, relieves his pain,
While gentle zephyr ev’ry sigh conveys.