594 JAMES CLERK MAXWELL. 



Each, my wandering sense entrancing, 

 Tells me back my thoughts aloud, 



All the joys of Truth enhancing 

 Crashing all that makes me proud. 



A STUDENT'S EVENING HYMN. 



Cambridge, April 25, 1853. 

 I. 



Now no more the slanting rays 



With the mountain summits dally, 



Now no more in crimson blaze 

 Evening's fleecy cloudlets rally, 

 Soon shall Night from off the valley 



Sweep that bright yet earthly haze, 

 And the stars most musically 



Move in endless rounds of praise. 



ii. 



While the world is growing dim, 



And the Sun is slow descending 

 Past the far horizon's rim, 



Earth's low sky to heaven extending, 



Let my feeble earth-notes, blending 

 With the songs of cherubim, 



Through the same expanse ascending, 

 Thus renew my evening hymn. 



in. ' 



Thou that fill'st our waiting eyes 



With the food of contemplation, 

 Setting in thy darkened skies 



Signs of infinite creation, 



Grant to nightly meditation 

 Wljat the toilsome day denies 



Teach me in this earthly station 

 Heavenly Truth to realise. 



