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TWILIGHT MEMORIES.
How once I loved the twilight hour
Of Summer's blissful day,
While watching from each leafy bower
The daylight die away,
And clasping in mine own the hand
Of one I loved the best,
Whose converse soothed, as the sight of land
Doth mariners distressed.
Of Summer's blissful day,
While watching from each leafy bower
The daylight die away,
And clasping in mine own the hand
Of one I loved the best,
Whose converse soothed, as the sight of land
Doth mariners distressed.
Right bravely he had borne his part
In Earth's incessant strife,
Still labouring on with dauntless heart
Amid the ills of Life.
Had known adversity and pain,—
Hopes blighted—bitter wrong,—
Yet all to sour his soul were vain:
In Heaven-born strength 'twas strong.
In Earth's incessant strife,
Still labouring on with dauntless heart
Amid the ills of Life.
Had known adversity and pain,—
Hopes blighted—bitter wrong,—
Yet all to sour his soul were vain:
In Heaven-born strength 'twas strong.
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And oft he talked of his vanished years
In the gentle gloaming tide,
Bidding me all my joys and fears
Implicitly confide,
And wisely would my future trace,
Then leaving things of Time,
In raptured tones and with upturned face
Would speak of themes sublime.
In the gentle gloaming tide,
Bidding me all my joys and fears
Implicitly confide,
And wisely would my future trace,
Then leaving things of Time,
In raptured tones and with upturned face
Would speak of themes sublime.
His that strange wordless eloquence,
Always a wondrous power,
Which sways the soul with a force intense
In the calm of such an hour.
And when I walk where shadows steal
O'er Summer's fairy view,
I never, never fail to feel
That influence anew.
Always a wondrous power,
Which sways the soul with a force intense
In the calm of such an hour.
And when I walk where shadows steal
O'er Summer's fairy view,
I never, never fail to feel
That influence anew.
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