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‘ON GOLDEN EVENINGS, WHEN THE SUN’
“The bliss to meet,
“And the pain to part!”
Moore.
“And the pain to part!”
Moore.
On golden evenings, when the sun
In splendour sinks to rest,
How we regret, when they are gone,
Those glories of the west,
That o'er the crimson-mantled sky
Threw their broad flush of deepest dye!
In splendour sinks to rest,
How we regret, when they are gone,
Those glories of the west,
That o'er the crimson-mantled sky
Threw their broad flush of deepest dye!
But when the wheeling orb again
Breaks gorgeous on the view,
And tints the earth and fires the main
With rich and ruddy hue,
We soon forget the eve of sorrow,
For joy at that more brilliant morrow.
Breaks gorgeous on the view,
And tints the earth and fires the main
With rich and ruddy hue,
We soon forget the eve of sorrow,
For joy at that more brilliant morrow.
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E'en so when much-lov'd friends depart,
Their farewell rends the swelling heart;
But when those friends again we see,
We glow with soul-felt ecstacy,
That far exceeds the tearful feeling
That o'er our bosoms then was stealing.
The rapture of that joyous day
Bids former sorrows fade away;
And Memory dwells no more on sadness,
When breaks that sudden morn of gladness!
Their farewell rends the swelling heart;
But when those friends again we see,
We glow with soul-felt ecstacy,
That far exceeds the tearful feeling
That o'er our bosoms then was stealing.
The rapture of that joyous day
Bids former sorrows fade away;
And Memory dwells no more on sadness,
When breaks that sudden morn of gladness!
C. T.
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