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EVENING SHADOWS. 41 |
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And some will still live on, fill their existence shall a burden prove; TDl hopes and fiiends have perish'd, one by one,
And they have naught to love.
Ah ! who shall count the tears, The weary days and nights of restless strife ? And who may know the yearning hopes and fears
That throng their path of life ?
But one thing we may know; They 're forming characters not yet complete, And we may help to mould them here below
For an immortal state.
1S4S.
EVENING SHADOWS.
Evening shadows softly steal
Through the lattice now, And a sadness, dark and still,
Falls upon my brow.
Evening shadows—see, they come
With a solemn tread, Sable mourners by the tomb
Of the daylight fled.
Evening shadows—0, how deep They are gathering now! They shall fold their wings in sleep i» >Darkly o'er my brow. . -= —i |
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