268 THE COUNTRY CLERGYMAN. 



tie returning to their pasture. It was a scene which 

 Claude might have copied, and Wilson would have 

 delighted in. As the party entered the carriage, there 

 was barely a glimmering of light to shew the wooded 

 hills under the gloom of which their road lay. The 

 river was hidden by the brown hues of the evening, 

 and all nature appeared to be sinking into repose. 



' Slow sinks the glimmering beam from western sky, 

 ' The woods and hills obscured by evening grey, 

 ' Vanish from mortal sight, and fade away. 

 ' Now with the flocks and yearlings let me hie 

 ' To farm, or cottage lone, where perch' d hard by 

 ' O'er mossy pale, the red-breast tunes his lay, 

 ' Soft twittering, and bids farewell to day. 



' the watch-dog barks, and ploughman lie 



4 Lull'd by the rocking winds.' 



BAMFTLDC. 



