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EVENING THOUGHTS.
How fades the world before me now!
As lonely here I stand;
The dews of evening on my brow,
And silver on the land!
As lonely here I stand;
The dews of evening on my brow,
And silver on the land!
It seems to me a floating speck,
The fragment of a cloud;—
Are all my hopes upon that wreck,
Oblivion soon will shroud?
The fragment of a cloud;—
Are all my hopes upon that wreck,
Oblivion soon will shroud?
Oh no! I have a hope afar,
Among those orbs of light;
It twinkleth yet, the Bethlehem star,
As on its natal night.
Among those orbs of light;
It twinkleth yet, the Bethlehem star,
As on its natal night.
Spring up, my soul! and catch the ray,
And nurse it to a flame;
'T will burn in life's expiring day,
For ever—and the same.
And nurse it to a flame;
'T will burn in life's expiring day,
For ever—and the same.
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