Classic Poem

Hesper appears when flowing gales
Have filled the sunset's fervid sails,
When down the low dim orient hills
The purple gloaming soft distils
To nestle in the crooning vales.

To fretted hearts whom want assails,
Whom Youth, nor Hope, nor Love avails
To loose their wearying load of ills,
Hesper appears,

Lifting the sordid dusty veils
That wrap us till our courage fails:
Ah, vexéd hearts! The hour fulfils
Your yearnings with its peace, and stills
Awhile man's myriad fretful wails,—
Hesper appears.