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Song
The Summer Day
The day has gone, the summer day,
Fled on its golden wings away;
Why will it not yet longer stay?
Fled on its golden wings away;
Why will it not yet longer stay?
'Tis gone to make still others blest,
Gone to its goal in the far west,
Leaving us here to quiet rest.
Gone to its goal in the far west,
Leaving us here to quiet rest.
If we its hours have well employed,
The gifts it brought improved, enjoyed,
Our pleasure will be unalloyed.
The gifts it brought improved, enjoyed,
Our pleasure will be unalloyed.
No vain regrets will fill the mind,
The day has left us here behind;
But we from toil sweet rest shall find.
The day has left us here behind;
But we from toil sweet rest shall find.
Poem No. 485; 5 August 1876
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