| Show WHEN THE HOUR IS LATE the moon is flooding the world with light without a sound of motion it silvers the claig and mountain height and the ebbing tide of the ocean soils rolls and breaks on the shore when the hour is late h beautiful moonlight I 1 shadowy trees toss to and fro on the summer breeze the air is filled with the fragrance of roses while all the world in slumber reposes and the silence is deep when the world lies asleep and the hour is late over ver the woodland over the hill iown in the vales by the rippling brook the mountain is shining peaceful and still except in some lonely shaded nook where trees oer oler berhang hang the water all the world is free from care silence silence everywhere when the hour is late L E W |
