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Show TWILIGHT THOUCHTS. Indianapolis News. The flay with Its sandals dipped In aw ' Has passed thro' the evening's golden gates, And a single star In the cloudless blue For the ilstafr moon in silence waits; While the wind that sight u the languishing hours A lullaby breathes o'er the folded flowers. The lilies nod to the eong of the strf a-n That winds along with a musical flow. And either awako or half in a dream, I pass through the realms of the long ago; While faces so happy, with many a mile. Come from the Magic Bower's of Memory s Isle, There are Joys and sunshine, sorrows and tears To checker the path of life's April hours, A longing wish for the coming years Hope ever wreathes with the fairest flowers; And friendships guileless, and love as bright As shlue In tue nturs in the halls of night. And thus as the glow of the1 daylight dies, And the night's first look to the earth is cast, I gtiie 'neath the beautiful star-gemmed skies On the pictures that hang on the walls of the past, And upward through rifts in the blue-bending dome To the spires and the battlements of our final borne. |