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THE SONG OF NIGHT.

I bring them from the past: From true hearts broken, gentle spirits torn, From crushed affections, which, though long

o'erborne,

Make their tone heard at last.

I bring them from the tomb:
O'er the sad couch of late repentant love,
They pass—though low as murmurs of a dove-

Like trumpets through the gloom.

I come with all

my

train : Who calls me lonely ?-Hosts around me tread, The intensely Bright, the Beautiful, the Dread

Phantoms of heart and brain !

Looks from departed eyes, These are my lightnings !—filled with anguish vain Or tenderness too piercing to sustain,

They smite with agonies.

I, that with soft control, Shut the dim violet, hush the woodland song, I am the Avenging One !—the Armed, the Strong,

The Searcher of the soul !

THE SONG OF NIGHT.

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I, that shower dewy light Through slumbering leaves, bring storms !—the

tempest-birth Of Memory, Thought, Remorse :-be holy, Earth!

I am the solemn Night!

MRS. HEMANS.

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COW many plants, we call them weeds,

Against our wishes grow,
And scatter wide their various seeds

With all the winds that blow.

Man grumbles when he sees them rise,

To foul his husbandry;
Kind Providence this way supplies

His lesser family.

Scatter'd and small, they 'scape our eye,

But are not wasted there; Safe they in clefts and furrows lie,

The little birds find where.

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ENSIVE as I watched the night, 6 Many a star was glittering bright,

While their gay, but warmless rays, Waked the thoughts of other days; Like the joys I knew of old, They were bright but they were cold ; Parting with the parting shade, One by one I saw them fadeDuly as the morning cleared, One by one they disappeared.

So, before celestial light,
Sink the joys of nature's night;
'Twas but folly made them dear,
'Twas but darkness made them fair.

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As the dawn of grace increases,
Earth's delusion sinks and ceases;
Joys that once were all my bliss,
Fading into nothingness,
Take them wings, and pass away,
Lost in everlasting day.

CAROLINE FRY:

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