Queen Berengaria's Courtesy, and Other Poems By the Lady E. Stuart Wortley. In Three Vols |
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THE SOLEMN HOUR. |
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THE SOLEMN HOUR.
'Tis a delicious hour—the twilight comes,
Comes with faint Heavenly lights and Heavenly glooms,
For like the shadow of sweet Heaven above,
Lies on the Earth that dimness soft as love.
Comes with faint Heavenly lights and Heavenly glooms,
For like the shadow of sweet Heaven above,
Lies on the Earth that dimness soft as love.
The still small voices of the varying breeze,
Go lightly, sweetly through the murmuring trees,
And through the flower-leaves that seem whispering back
Yet stiller smaller voices—on its track.
Go lightly, sweetly through the murmuring trees,
And through the flower-leaves that seem whispering back
Yet stiller smaller voices—on its track.
The Stars come slowly out, each seems to be
A new Creation—called up suddenly
From the abyss of space, ne'er seen before,
And if once lost, then to be seen no more!
A new Creation—called up suddenly
From the abyss of space, ne'er seen before,
And if once lost, then to be seen no more!
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Oh! solemn hour, to me thou still dost seem
To make my bye-gone life appear one dream!
Thou makest seem for evermore to me—
The Shadow, Earth!—Heaven the Reality!
To make my bye-gone life appear one dream!
Thou makest seem for evermore to me—
The Shadow, Earth!—Heaven the Reality!
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