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180
AT TWILIGHT
From my small store of learning must I feed
Such as my simple counsel ask and heed.
Such as my simple counsel ask and heed.
I sit beside the crimson bier of Day,
Whose hours with my endeavors flow away.
Whose hours with my endeavors flow away.
Oh! Source of wisdom, back to thee I call,
From thought whose shallows and whose depths appal.
From thought whose shallows and whose depths appal.
Here, in this outspread parchment of the skies,
Let some bright sentence fix my wandering eyes!
Let some bright sentence fix my wandering eyes!
Then in the heav'n above me, lo! afar,
God lit the candle of the Evening Star.
God lit the candle of the Evening Star.
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