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AN EVENING ON THIRLMERE.
O lustrous twilight! O fair summer eve,
Whose dews are tears for the sweet dying day,
A coronet of glory thou dost weave
Around the sun who slowly sinks away,
Of blue and amber clouds and luminous air.
Here as with raptured eyes I gaze around,
The heart uplifted and the head made bare,
I feel that this indeed is holy ground.
Whose dews are tears for the sweet dying day,
A coronet of glory thou dost weave
Around the sun who slowly sinks away,
Of blue and amber clouds and luminous air.
Here as with raptured eyes I gaze around,
The heart uplifted and the head made bare,
I feel that this indeed is holy ground.
Such charm there is about this witching hour,
Such changing colour, varying light and shade,
Such wonder, beauty, majesty and power,
That adoration on the heart is laid,
And the whole spirit is in worship bowed
Before God's presence in the sky and cloud.
Such changing colour, varying light and shade,
Such wonder, beauty, majesty and power,
That adoration on the heart is laid,
And the whole spirit is in worship bowed
Before God's presence in the sky and cloud.
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