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Show The Dark Hour. When thd Wlnht of tho lilthf presses down on my Jiunrt nnd tho slow Comlnjr on of the dtlWli in tho town finds tho benrt of mo low; , . Whon thn grny of tlio dny Is tho shado of the Kpny of 11 shroud Ono thnt drapes phnntom pbnpea ns If tnndo of tho mist of a cloud-Then cloud-Then thought koch for untight and tho mind ennuot frntnu n deceit. Kor n Imlm thnt will culm It or blind It with dreams that nro sweet: Then tho soul in Its dolo stands nil stnrlt, unprotected and hnro, And tho hour of tho power of tho dnrk-ness dnrk-ness deseoiids on It thero! Then tho welRht of n fato thnt la stronger strong-er than life, or thnn death, SeemB to rest on tho brenst thnt no longer long-er holds pulses or brcnth, Of relenso nnd of iicnco enn you lienr 117 The boiik of n bltd! Tho dnwnltiR of monilnK is hero tha ro-prlovo ro-prlovo of tho dny (And tho sunshine hns won ovor fenr nnd has driven him nwny! Uut, oh! It In slowmid I Wonder rioino times, what if fnto Should forget or should lot tho gods blunder nnd dnwn como too lato7 Cluvulainl Leader. |