A Traveller's Evening Song

A Traveller's Evening Song

Father, guide me! Day declines,
Hollow winds are in the pines;
Darkly waves each giant bough
O'er the sky's last crimson glow;
Hush'd is now the convent's bell,
Which erewhile with breezy swell,
From the purple mountains bore
Greeting to the sunset-shore.
Now the sailor's vesper hymn

Dies away,

Father! in the forest dim,

Be my stay!

In the low and shivering thrill
Of the leaves that late hung still;
In the dull and muffled tone
Of the sea wave's distant moan;
In the deep tints of the sky,
There are signs of tempests nigh.
Omnious, with sullen sound,
Falls the echoing dust around,
Father! through the storm and shade

O'er the wild,

Oh! be thou the lone one's aid -

Save thy child!

Many a swift and sounding plume
Homewards through the boding gloom,
O'er my way hath flitted fast,
Since the farewell sunbeam pass'd,
From the chesnut's ruddy bark,
And the pools now low and dark,
Where the wakening night winds sign
Through the long reeds mournfully,
Homeward, homeward all things haste -

God of night!

Shield the homeless - midst the waste,

Be his light!

In his distant cradle-nest,
Now my babe is laid to rest;
Beautiful! his slumbers seems
With a glow of heavenly dreams.
Beautiful, o'er that bright sleep,
Hang soft eyes of fondness deep,
Where his mother bends to pray,
For the loved and far away,
Father! guard that household bower, -

Hear that prayer!

Back, through thine all-guiding power,

Lead me there!

Darker, wilder, grows the night -
Not a star sends quivering light
Through the massy arch of shade
By the stern old forest made.
Thou! to whose unslumbering eyes
All my pathway open lies,
By thy Son who knows distress
In the lonely wilderness,
Where no roof to that blest head

Shelter gave -

Father! through the time of dread,

Save, oh! save!

Mrs. Hemans (Felicia Dorothea Hemans)

New Series 1:31, p. 4

1840.10.03