EVENING IN THE HIGHLANDS.

NZ Truth, Issue 97, 27 April 1907, Page 4

EVENING IN THE HIGHLANDS.

'Tia eve ! How clear and calm the sky ! The sparrow chirps, the day is done. Across the fields long shadows fall. Slowly declined the glowing sun. And Mother Nature's children all Her bosom seek at -twilight's call. , Onward the river winds below, And loudly dips the., boatman's oar, A pensive looks is m his eye : He knows a cottage near the shore, ■ In fancy hears an infant cry Of welcome as his boat draws nigh. Hark ! 'Tis the hunter on the hill : Tired of the chase, he's going home. With heedful step and shouldered gun, He picks his way o'er mossy stone. His faithful dog, too tired to run, Is comrade now, and guardian. And we, too, 'loiter side by side, Upward along the slanting way, With full hearts, turning oft to view The glories snilled by fading day On purple hills, oh, nature true ! Glad inspiration breathes from you. Mysterious darkness shrouds the wood k G-ood-nipht, loved voices of the dell, The poet hears each cadence light, And knows the siorv that you tell, Sweet-scented woodland, stars so Swift-flowing river, all, good-night !