Faint falls the twilight dim,
Woods, waves, their ev'ning hymn
Murmur to Thee.
One pale star ocean seeks,
One waveless glimmer breaks
O'er that lone sea.
Softly the passing gale,
Sighs like love's parting tale,
Whispers not words.
Clouds come not o'er that night,
Stars burn with purer light
Than earth affords.
Come, Night, around this breast,
Thy soothing dreamy rest
Waft o'er my soul;
While thoughts of heav'nly birth,
Untouch'd by aught of earth,
Undimm'd may roll.—
Then like yon star may we
Meet death's calm silent sea,
Setting to rise.
Bright'ning still while we sink,
On that dread ocean brink,
To other skies!