August Evening

A poem by Beverly Stock.

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How rising moons shine sad and mild

On wooded isle and silver bay;

Or setting suns beyond the piled

And apple mountains lead the day

August evenings black with night,

While overhead its gleaming crown,

The moon rounding into sight,

As a hushed inland sea looks down.

Lake of the Northland! Keep thy dower

Of beauty still, and white above

Thy solemn mountains speak of power,

Be thou the mirror of Heaven's love. (1)

(1) Summer By The Lakeside, II Evening, by John G. Whittier, selections from a poem in the public domain.