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THE SHADOWS ARE NOW THY DWELLING.
The shadows are now thy dwelling,
Thine element is the night—
Thou all of earth excelling,
Most beautiful,—O most bright!
Thine element is the night—
Thou all of earth excelling,
Most beautiful,—O most bright!
Thy beauty is of the past!
Thy gladdening smile hath flown,
Thy voice is in silence' waste,
Lost, lost is every tone!
Thy gladdening smile hath flown,
Thy voice is in silence' waste,
Lost, lost is every tone!
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The crown of thy glory is crushed;
But thy chain, oh, thy chain it is riven!
Thy soul hath through darkness rushed,
But hath it not rushed to heaven?
But thy chain, oh, thy chain it is riven!
Thy soul hath through darkness rushed,
But hath it not rushed to heaven?
Oh! is't with rejoicing or regret,
That we now should think of thee?
Rejoicing, if we can earth forget;
But if Heaven—oh, misery!
That we now should think of thee?
Rejoicing, if we can earth forget;
But if Heaven—oh, misery!
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