A WINTER SUNSET. 
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the moment when the clouds flush into color at the approach 
of the sun, one may watch them, perhaps, for more than an 
hour, growing brighter and warmer, as he passes slowly on his 
way through their midst ; still varying in ever-changing beauty, 
while he sinks slowly to rest ; and at last, long after he has drop- 
ped beyond the farther hills, fading sweetly and imperceptibly, as 
the shadows of night gather upon the snow- 
THE END. 
