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AN EVENING THOUGHT.
On such a glowing sunset sky
I gaze with “thoughts too deep for tears,”
'Till Fancy longs to soar on high
To brighter, purer, happier spheres.
I gaze with “thoughts too deep for tears,”
'Till Fancy longs to soar on high
To brighter, purer, happier spheres.
Though soon, to me, its glories fade,
And dark'ning shadows bring on night,
'Tis but the mists of earth that shade
The vision from my wistful sight.
And dark'ning shadows bring on night,
'Tis but the mists of earth that shade
The vision from my wistful sight.
Oh! for the hour when, like a dream,
Those mists of earth shall pass away,
And round me shine the brighter beam
Of heaven's eternal cloudless day
Those mists of earth shall pass away,
And round me shine the brighter beam
Of heaven's eternal cloudless day
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