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Show I lit . SUNSET. ., Bed, tangled in with blue, purple and gold; Tig thm, in colon, the Day's life is told, As't nam its dtosft, era 7llieht's dusky bars re nailed In place by Night's close driven stars. The crimson Mis Its tale without my word Of bleeding hearts, whose moons the Day has hord; ' The ble of Hope, which from Grief's font doth rise In more transplendent life toward the skies; The purple Earth's ambitious ones bespeaks As't proudly wraps from sight the mountain peaks Its tint has softly touched, and yet ascends Till all the gathered glory with It blends. Then, o'er it all a shlnlnf? glory gleams; . Yea, in the red of suffering it streams, And rluis the blue; a prophecy as well Of bliss beyond as limit to Hope's spell. And, yes, the purple mingles with the gold, ' And Itecareer the Hps of light have told; And then in conscious grandeur Rinks away At the approach of Night another Day I Philadelphia Ledger. , |