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Still feels the loved one s presence, 



Though afar ; and, lulled in reverie, 



Communes as with a present bliss. 



With beauty glows fond Nature s face 



When flushed with dying radiance that the Lord 



Of her life sends down, as far in West 



He sinks, and clouds with varied hue and crest 



Roll in involv-ed splendor ; 



As smiles with brightness yet the vale, 



And placid lake and stream reflect 



The roseate Aurora ; and the snowy cap 



Of mountain monarch, peering from afar, 



Sends back to clouds their glory. 



There s beauty in the morning s opening smile 

 Dissolving the dim mystery, of night, 

 Awakening earth and sky to life and light, 

 While all her warbling heralds, in delight, 

 Sprinkle the air with music. 

 There s beauty in the pensiveness of eve, 

 When shadows like mournful memories steal 

 O er the repose of nature ; and subdue the soul 

 To reverie, while all the glittering ministers of 



Night 

 Contrast with gloom their splendors. 



