By the Mazaruni River. 
And the fire-flz its night-light is trimming, 
And the bat lurches down from the eaves ; 
And the swallow no longer is skimming, 
And the sensitive plant droops its leaves. 
So I know that night's dark sable awning 
Will soon be out-stretched like a pall— 
Will descend with but little fore-warning, 
And hold all my world in enthrall.— 
But as sure as the night, so the morning 
Will break, in its glory, o’er all! 
Ni 
And the birds, and the beasts, fully rested,— 
As the flowers raise their heads after rain— 
Will awake with their powers re-invested, 
To begin life's employment again. 
And my soul shall arise from her dreaming, 
Refresh’d by the air as with wine ; 
Ere the sun o'er the River is beaming, 
While the stars in the firmament shine ; 
Shall urise to her prayer and her duty -— 
And my Home, in an orderly way, 
Shall salute the first dawn in its beauty— 
The dawn of another fine day ! 
—C.B.D. 
85 
