EVENING AT WESTPORT.
When peaceful eventide has come, Happiest hour of all the clay, Toilsome, wearying duties dune, To the river I wend my way. Weird and wild the sccno around, The waters gliding dark and deep, Of mortal presence not a sound, All nature hushed iu peaceful sleep. Save ever and anon, When sound of falling tree, Startles my lonely musiug, And I turn my gaze to see. Then bush fires blaze ous brightly, Ear and wide on yonder shore, And the grand old foresc kings Fall with a crash and roar. And gleaming bright on the water, Broad patches of lurid light, Shadow forth iu their strangeness Fantastic forms of night. While the gentle breeze comes stealing Softly o'er land and sea, Bathing in dewy fragrance Each flow'ret, shrub and tree. L.J. Westport, February IG.
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Westport Times, Volume VIII, Issue 1156, 6 March 1874, Page 4
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137EVENING AT WESTPORT. Westport Times, Volume VIII, Issue 1156, 6 March 1874, Page 4
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