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DUSK.
Smoldering in heat
Beyond the blue hill,
His mission complete,
At the Deity's feet,
When the evening is still,
The Sun, prone and lowly,
At Angelus kneeling;
But partly revealing,
Yet not hiding wholly
A shrine and Christ crucified,
Borne aloft tenderly,
With lovers side by side
Telling a rosary.
Beyond the blue hill,
His mission complete,
At the Deity's feet,
When the evening is still,
The Sun, prone and lowly,
At Angelus kneeling;
But partly revealing,
Yet not hiding wholly
A shrine and Christ crucified,
Borne aloft tenderly,
With lovers side by side
Telling a rosary.
In the violet East,
All dripping with dew,
Above the long, high,
Purple mountains, that lie
By the vail of the night
And the valley of dreams,
Half dark and half light,
With a flood of bright beams,
The moon steals in view.
The murmur has ceased
In the field and the forest;
The bee and the bird
No longer are heard;
The flocks are not bleating;
My cares that were sorest—
My pains that were fleeting,
Are gone, or at rest;
As blessings entreating,
I linger repeating
My “Ave Maria”—so happy, so blest,
With cross on my forehead and cross on my breast.
All dripping with dew,
Above the long, high,
Purple mountains, that lie
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And the valley of dreams,
Half dark and half light,
With a flood of bright beams,
The moon steals in view.
The murmur has ceased
In the field and the forest;
The bee and the bird
No longer are heard;
The flocks are not bleating;
My cares that were sorest—
My pains that were fleeting,
Are gone, or at rest;
As blessings entreating,
I linger repeating
My “Ave Maria”—so happy, so blest,
With cross on my forehead and cross on my breast.
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