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ALONE AT EVE.
Alone at eve, when all is still—
And memory turns to other years,
How oft our weary hearts we fill
With feeling's dark and bitter tears:
The friendships of our youthful day—
The hopes, which time could ne'er fulfil,
And voices that have pass'd away,
Return at eve—when all is still!—
And memory turns to other years,
How oft our weary hearts we fill
With feeling's dark and bitter tears:
The friendships of our youthful day—
The hopes, which time could ne'er fulfil,
And voices that have pass'd away,
Return at eve—when all is still!—
When all is still except the breast
That wakes to long remember'd woe;
Of parted hopes, and hearts oppress'd,
And lov'd ones buried long ago!—
Yet solace may our spirits find,—
A star to light the darkest ill;
There's One the broken heart can bind—
Alone at eve—when all is still!
That wakes to long remember'd woe;
Of parted hopes, and hearts oppress'd,
And lov'd ones buried long ago!—
Yet solace may our spirits find,—
A star to light the darkest ill;
There's One the broken heart can bind—
Alone at eve—when all is still!
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