The Woodland at Night

How blissful is the stroll through
The fragrant flowers; and trees,
Those grow around some little brook
Rustle in the breeze.

Ascends the night with wondrous sights
The heaven it’s jewels splays,
The primal moon, shining a new
In crescent glow displays

And blows the wind when my soul sings
Hymns sweet to Thee,
My throbbing heart that aches with joy
Feels not the hours flee.

A starry rivulet yonder flows
Through thickets murmuring soft,
A shadowy mount in silent grace
Unflinching stands aloft.

When sings the bird with notes unheard
I know it’s the nightingale,
Perched on some lofty bough of
Some tree in the nearby vale.

Say then what could for sure restrain
My quest to wander far…
Set out I into deep woods hence
Till comes the resting hour

And then I lie beneath some tree
As the soft breeze; my tresses blow;
And oh -the sight of a peeping star
Through leaves with winds that blow…