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AT SUNSET.
Oh, there are golden moments in men's lives,
Sudden, unlooked for, as the little clouds,
All gold, which suddenly illume the path
Of the lost sun.
Sudden, unlooked for, as the little clouds,
All gold, which suddenly illume the path
Of the lost sun.
Oh, pray for them! They bring
No increase like the gain of sun and showers,
Only a moment's brightness to the earth,
Only a moment's gleam in common life,
Yet who would change them for the wealth of worlds!
No increase like the gain of sun and showers,
Only a moment's brightness to the earth,
Only a moment's gleam in common life,
Yet who would change them for the wealth of worlds!
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