Evening Solace

The human heart has hidltn traRsuree, Ia eeeret kept, 'a silene 6faled; l'h tlionjhte, the hopee, the dreams the pleas(IMP, WbOB p.öarmn wers brokea if revea'ed. And days mj lass iu sav confusiOD, A.nd nijtits in rosy riot fl?, Wtrile, Inst in fame'a or wealtb's illusioii Tho icfinory of the past may die. But there ave boon of lonely musiuif, Such as ia evninc Buenos come, When, soft as ba-da thi-ir pinions ciosiQg, The hearl's bst feeliags gather home, Then ia our eoula ttiere seems to languieh A tender grief ihatis not woe; And thouiibts tlir.t once wrung groscs of anguish, Now eai:83 but somemild teata to flow. And feeiiurs, ocoe as stroug an passiocp, Float softly back- a faded dream; Oar owu Bharp griöfs and wild seasaüone, Tde talb of otbers' sillprines mem. Oh! wben the h?art is fresbly blseriir.g, How Iones it ior the time to be, Wbon, throtïftb the mist of year9 recodiag, lts woub but live in rêverie! And it can dweil on moonüght eliininsr, Oa evaning sbaie and loiieliüeiB; And while the Bky giows dim and dimmer, Fel no untold aud straoge distress - Only a deeper impulse given Bi lonely hour and darkened room, To solemn thoughta that soar to haven. Se: kintr a life and wcrld to com1.