1

tis sunset & the golden orb
has sunk behind the mountains far
& rises now the silver moon
& sparkles bright the evening star

2

but in the west an crimson light
above the horizon glows
tinting all nature with the bright
gay colours of the rose

3

and over all the eastern sky
the robe of twilight gray
is heaving up the heavens nigh
while the pale milky way

4

clearer still & clearer
as vanishes the light
till it arches all the firmament
like a rainbow of the night

waters
from distance far I hear
like the rushing of a cataract
it fall[s] upon my ear

tis the roaring of the multitude
within those mighty walls
whose noise is like to rageing
or rushing waterfalls

tis that great & glorious city
whose high ruler doth defy
the might[i]est of the a[r]mies

only he ever reign[s] in glory
may his glittering sword be dyed
in the lifeblood of his enemies
though on the clouds they ride

with fearful scorn and shame
may they bow their heads before him
& dread his mighty name

but now the roaring sound has ceased
the citys sunk to sleep
& oe'r the world nights curtain falls
mid silence still & deep

but yet the silver moon shines out
& the brilliant sparkling stars
are wheeling down the firmament

no sound doth break the silence
save the merry nightingale
as it pours its sweet warbling
vale