In the evening, I walked alone down to the Lake by the side of Crow Park after sunset and saw the solemn coloring of night draw on, the last gleam of sunshine fading away on the hilltops, the seep serene of the asters, and the long shadows of the mountains thrown across them, till they nearly touched the hithermost shore. At distance hear the murmur of many waterfalls not audible in the day-time. Wished for the moon, but she was dark to me and silent, hid in her vacant interlunar cave.

Sorrow's faded form, and solitude behind.

Scatter plenty o'er a smiling land.

And truth severe, by fairy fiction drest.

But knowledge to their eyes her ample page Rich with the spoils of time did ne'er unroll; Chill Penury repressed their noble rage, And froze the genial current of the soul.

Beyond the limits of a vulgar fate, Beneath the good how far,-but far above the great.

Where ignorance is bliss, 'Tis folly to be wise.