A TWILIGHT LAY.
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BY W. HORRY STILWELL.
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This glorious sunset I behold,
This lovely closing scene of day,
The western sky embathed in gold,
The calm, low murmurings that play
Upon the quiet ear of eve;—
Yon fields, in waving beauty spread,
The summer-rose now paling here,
The sunflower’s gently drooping head,
Proclaim the day, the hour near,
O’er which, for aye, I vainly grieve!
No more the rapture now, that grew
Within our hearts, pale sleeping one!
While dwelling on that gorgeous view
Unfolded by the setting sun—
No more thy loved, thy lonely flowers
Will bend to kiss the gentle hand
Outstretched to train their heavenward bloom;
No more that angel form will stand
Beside me, in the twilight gloom,
To light with love my darkened hours!
THE CHAMBER OF LIFE AND DEATH.
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BY PROFESSOR ALDEN.
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