Touches on The Harp of Nature in the Same Key as Burns' Grand Anthem. By Henry Ellison |
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ON A SUNSET LANDSCAPE, SEEN OVER WATER. |
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ON A SUNSET LANDSCAPE, SEEN OVER WATER.
I looked—the sun was setting rosy red:I gazed with more and more intense delight,
As, like a halo of ethereal light,
His rays were gathered round the sinking head
Of dying day—along the stream were spread
The last, faint smiles of Nature, calmly bright,
As if on her so holy works her sight,
For the last time, were bent, ere Night should wed
Them to Oblivion! beyond the stream
There lay a happy land, like Paradise;
As fair and still as, but too like, a dream!
Alas! beyond the stream it ever lies,
That happy land, and in the far-off gleam
Of spectral suns, unknown to mortal eyes!
But yet the spirit can attain the prize,
That can pass over, distant tho' it seem!
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And let thy soul that fair land realize!
For if that dwell there, thou dwell'st in it too,
And calmly thence Life's turmoil here may'st view!
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