Classic Poem

Now let me wake till midnight's lonely hour
And wander forth beneath the moon-bright sky,
When nightly winds, like whisp'ring spirits, sigh
O'er waving trees, and through the trembling bow'r.
There, while the dew-drop sparkles on the flow'r,
And glitt'ring stars bespangle all the sky,
I'll sit, and think upon the days gone by,
And give me up to fancy's charming pow'r.

When we are thus withdrawn from worldly things,
How sweetly thoughts of other days will creep
Upon the waking soul, and soften'd heart;

In such an hour, when busy mem'ry brings
My sin to mind, O let me, with a deep
Repentance, learn to choose a better part.