THE MISSIONARIES.
PArT FIRST.
'Twas evening: all was calm and still;
No sound, save the lone whippowil,
Broke on the stillness of that hour,
Within that gloomy woodland bower;
Fair Cynthia shone with ray serene
O'er hill and valley, clothed in green;
And hill and valley, lake and wood,
"Were wrapped in deepest solitude.
No sound, save the lone whippowil,
Broke on the stillness of that hour,
Within that gloomy woodland bower;
Fair Cynthia shone with ray serene
O'er hill and valley, clothed in green;
And hill and valley, lake and wood,
"Were wrapped in deepest solitude.
The stars were, round their nightly queen,
Arrayed in splendid silvery sheen,
And Nature in her loveliest mood,
Seemed holding converse with the good.
Arrayed in splendid silvery sheen,
And Nature in her loveliest mood,
Seemed holding converse with the good.
