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A CALM EVENING, FROM ASHLEY HILL.
To weary Heaven by day there did upsteamThe City's sweat, the fury of her fires;
Rest comes with eve, and all her passion tires!
Of the refining air, kind angels seem
To weave into a calm and boundless dream
Far distant towers, and soft uncertain spires;
While, as the sun's magnificence retires,
Like genii lamps the factory windows gleam.
Would God that, at our anxious daylight's end,
Upon the City builded of our life,
From fumes of passion, and from clouds of strife
Such peaceful fairy mists might so descend;
And we behold above us, ere we die,
Wove from the toil and smoke, as calm a sky!
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