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Show .Twllloht. When twilight (alia nnd oil the land la ctlll. The purplp !hnilow Htcal across the hill, And one lone Ktnr above n pine tree's crest Oiows ever brighter, while from out Its nest Thero breaks the low cry ot the whip-poor-will. And softly steals the Indeuea hush, until E'en winds list o'er the MHdm of daffodil, They all day wafted 'tis so sweet to rent When twIllRht falls. Let not one drop of this rare ncctur spill. Hut with the ber) I wlno your coblct fill. Drink with me, Love, the golden of tliu west. Tor all Is made for love and love 11 best And oh. the wonder of tho moment's thrill When twIllKht falls. Thomas S. Jones. Jr. |