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Sunset after a Clouded Day in April
O'er all the city comes a glow
From the red setting sun;
Clouded since morn, it doth bestow
A smile when day is done.
From the red setting sun;
Clouded since morn, it doth bestow
A smile when day is done.
Its dwellings and their chimneys blaze
With the red crimson light;
The lofty steeples catch the rays,
And draw the admiring sight.
With the red crimson light;
The lofty steeples catch the rays,
And draw the admiring sight.
The leafless elms a glory wear;
Their buds of golden brown,
Touched by the parting sunbeams fair,
Become a beauteous crown.
Their buds of golden brown,
Touched by the parting sunbeams fair,
Become a beauteous crown.
The busy streets the radiance fills,
We walk on heavenly ground;
The sudden glow lights up the hills,
And all the prospect round.
We walk on heavenly ground;
The sudden glow lights up the hills,
And all the prospect round.
Too bright, too beautiful to last,
This light o'er Nature spread;
A few short moments, and 'tis past!
The golden gleam has fled!
This light o'er Nature spread;
A few short moments, and 'tis past!
The golden gleam has fled!
Poem No. 379; date unknown
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