The Day is Dead.

"Where is the bard, O river grand and old,     That has thy praises sung, thy beauties told,     In measures lofty as the mighty pride     That"

"O beautiful hills in the purple light,         That shadow the western sky,     I dream of you oft in the silent night,         As the golden d"

"Oh, what is so pure as the glad summer rain,     That falls on the grass where the sunlight has lain?     And what is so fair as the flowers tha"

"Oh, what would you have, you splendid sun,         With your restless eyes of fire?     And why do you lean o'er the lilies pale?         What"

"Here morning in the ploughman's songs is met     Ere yet one footstep shows in all the sky,     And twilight in the east, a doubt as yet,     S"

"The Text is taken from Percy's Reliques (1765), vol. i. p. 71, 'given from two MS. copies, transmitted from Scotland.' Herd had a very similar bal"