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Show 1 EARTH'S WHIADOW, . 01 : 'S it spirit dnrkens the bloom of day? Im chvei-i'd meodow no swoetness yield i silence resto on the waveleas fields; le world is haggard and gaunt and gray. !D e clouds drift wearily over the sky; lie grain is yellbw, the hills are bare; 1 heaviness broods In tha quiet air; t streamlet sobs as it passes by. ' yesterday morn the flowers were sweet. Hie day was bright and the world was young; ':H in the even the throstle sung, i i his song was glad and the hours were fleet. ) i' a misty darkness glimmers athwart fue fields today, and the hours are long; and I hear a dirge in the throstle's song; the gloom is the shadow of thee, my heart. Chambers' Journal, |