Classic Poem

The sun has set, the sky is clear,
The breeze is gently blowing;
The light waves ripple on the ear,
The boatmen all are rowing;
The landscape still is bright and fair;
The ocean lies before us:
The light-house lamp and evening star
Are gently beaming o'er us.

And vocal music, sweet and soft,
Is on the surges dancing;
In mournful strains indulging oft,
And oft with joy advancing;
Oh! who would change a scene like this,
So pensive and so holy,
For transient scenes of heartless bliss,
Or thoughtless hours of folly!