noon
SOMETIMES my heart complaineth And moans in bitter sighs ; And dreams no hope remaineth , No more its sun will rise . But yet I know God liveth , And will do all things well ; And that to me he giveth More good than tongue can tell . And though above me linger At times dark Sorrow 's shroud , I see Faith 's upraised finger Point far beyond the cloud . THE heat of noon had passed , and the trees began to cast their evening shadows , when , in company with a friend , I seated myself in a carriage , and drove off in the direction of Mount Vernon . We crossed the long bridge , and found ourselves in the old State of Virginia . It was a delightful afternoon ; one just suited to the purpose to which we had devoted it . The trees were clad in fresh , green foliage , and the farms and gardens were blooming into early life .