High Rock, At Midnight
Alonzo Lewis
'T is dark below-but bright above!
The happy stars are glowing there,
Beneath the tranquil eye of Jove
Who makes the weal of all his care!
The distant ocean rolls below,
Where his dark waves the tall cliffs meet;
Yet harmless there the billows flow,
And come not near my quiet feet!
Thus, far above life's restless tide,
My mind its tranquil course would hold,
Aloft through purer scenes to glide,
Where nature's veil is all uprolled!
The earth resumes her wonted rest,
Save that the waves a murmur keep!
The town is wrapped in night's dark vest;
The very houses seem to sleep!
Yet far one solitary light
Sends its dim ray across the vale;
Where some fond mother wears the night,
And lulls her sickly infant's wail!
The living rest within their beds!
The dead are sleeping in their urns!
While far o'er their unconscious heads
How bright yon golden planet burns!
