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Show A WINTER SUNSET. ‘Tis sunset, and these wintry skies Look soft and fair as those of May; A rosy light along them bee [be], The blush of the fast-fading day. The portals of the glowing west Wear every hue that nature weaves, To welcome our departing guest Whom the glad earth in silence leaves. And now the gray shadows drop a-down The somber hills, the woods and streams, And silence falleth like a crown Upon the day's tumultuous dreams. There is no voice of bird, no wound Of falling waters, rustling leaf, But stillness as if peace profound Had banished toil and hushed each grief. Oh, sunset hour, what memories throng. To fill thy presence brief and bright, Till all of trial, pain and wrong, Fade in the gentle, healing light. And other eyes and far-off skies And voices sweet as angel's song Blend with the countless harmonies That to this hallowed time belong. |