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twilight, the evening songs of the birds grow sweeter and sweeter 

 as one by one they die away into silence; the tremulous notes of 

 the veery linger among the copses, and the sun sinks into rest 

 behind the hills as we emerge from Bellevue and turn our foot- 

 steps toward home. 



"Adieu, fair shades and thrilling silences, 



Ye blossoming thickets vocal with sweet song. 

 Ye cloisters where aerial cadences 



Shed lethe o'er the thought of earthly wrong. 

 Farewell; To human care and pain returning," 



The memory of your loveliness shall rise, 

 Like a pure flame within thy bosom burning. 



And bless the tears that fall from loneliest eyes. 

 I leave your stately, sculptured calm unbroken, 



Yet when the shadow of despair shall fall 

 Upon my struggling spirit, as a token 



Of love divine, your voices still shall call ; 

 And every wandering wind that sweeps your lyres, 



Find echo in the heart your song inspires." 



."Wj — OVv) 



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