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THE SUNBEAM.
The golden sun goes gently down
Behind the western mountain brown,
One last bright ray is quivering still,
A crimson line along the hill,
And colours with a rosy light
The clouds far up in heaven's blue height.
Behind the western mountain brown,
One last bright ray is quivering still,
A crimson line along the hill,
And colours with a rosy light
The clouds far up in heaven's blue height.
How many scenes, and sights to-day,
Have basked beneath the selfsame ray,
Since first the glowing morning broke,
And larks sprang up, and lambs awoke,
And fields, with glistening dewdrops bright,
Seemed changed to sheets of silver white.
Have basked beneath the selfsame ray,
Since first the glowing morning broke,
And larks sprang up, and lambs awoke,
And fields, with glistening dewdrops bright,
Seemed changed to sheets of silver white.
The ship that rushed before the gale,
Has caught it on her bright'ning sail,
The shepherd boy has watched it pass,
When shadows moved along the grass,
The butterflies have loved it much,
The flowers have opened to its touch.
Has caught it on her bright'ning sail,
The shepherd boy has watched it pass,
When shadows moved along the grass,
The butterflies have loved it much,
The flowers have opened to its touch.
How oft its light has pierced the gloom,
Of some full city's garret room,
And glimmered through the chamber bare,
Till the poor workman toiling there,
Has let his tools a moment fall,
To see it dance upon the wall.
Of some full city's garret room,
And glimmered through the chamber bare,
Till the poor workman toiling there,
Has let his tools a moment fall,
To see it dance upon the wall.
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Perhaps, some prisoner desolate
Has watched it through his iron grate,
And inly wondered as it fell,
Across his low, and narrow cell,
If things without—hill, sky, and tree,
Were lovely as they used to be.
Has watched it through his iron grate,
And inly wondered as it fell,
Across his low, and narrow cell,
If things without—hill, sky, and tree,
Were lovely as they used to be.
Where'er its ray has broken in,
Have light, and heat, and brightness been,—
So gentle love in Christian heart,
Doth help, and hope, and peace, impart,
Nor turns away when griefs oppress,
But ever shines, and shines to bless.
Have light, and heat, and brightness been,—
So gentle love in Christian heart,
Doth help, and hope, and peace, impart,
Nor turns away when griefs oppress,
But ever shines, and shines to bless.
Go gently down, thou golden gleam,
And as I watch thy fading beam,
So let me learn like thee, to give
Pleasure, and blessing, while I live;
With kindly deed, and smiling face,
A sunbeam, in my lowly place.
And as I watch thy fading beam,
So let me learn like thee, to give
Pleasure, and blessing, while I live;
With kindly deed, and smiling face,
A sunbeam, in my lowly place.
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