Poetry
... 40ortrtv* THE NIGHTINGALE. EVENtNe'S bright stars were in the heavens peeping Sby, and thoughtful as young lovers' eyes tug theybloveh to ofe the a itf twirdih seepng, Trying to wake the air aprites from their sleep,I To bear the old hills to the music ringing. Oh I it is sweet, when daylight is forsakingI The lingering shadows of a summer sky, l To hear the Nightingale's sweet voice come ...