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[Who has not in its splendour mild]
Who has not in its splendour mild
A golden sunset seen?
Or look'd upon a sleeping child,
And mark'd its brow serene?
A golden sunset seen?
Or look'd upon a sleeping child,
And mark'd its brow serene?
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Or watch'd upon a summer's eve
(By tempests lash'd no more)
A rippling wave the billows leave,
To die upon the shore?
(By tempests lash'd no more)
A rippling wave the billows leave,
To die upon the shore?
And who has not the Christian view'd,
When life draws near its close,
His doubts and fears by faith subdued,
His spirit in repose?
When life draws near its close,
His doubts and fears by faith subdued,
His spirit in repose?
As sleeping childhood, sunset bright,
And the retiring wave,
So sweetly calm, with Heaven in sight,
He passes to the grave.
And the retiring wave,
So sweetly calm, with Heaven in sight,
He passes to the grave.
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