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NIGHT.
Night is the time to weep;
To wet with unseen tears
Those graves of memory, where sleep
The joys of other years;
Hopes that were angels in their birth,
But perish'd young, like things of earth.
To wet with unseen tears
Those graves of memory, where sleep
The joys of other years;
Hopes that were angels in their birth,
But perish'd young, like things of earth.
Night is the time to watch;
On ocean's dark expanse,
To hail the Pleiades, or catch
The full moon's earliest glance,
That brings into the home-sick mind
All we have loved and left behind.
On ocean's dark expanse,
To hail the Pleiades, or catch
The full moon's earliest glance,
That brings into the home-sick mind
All we have loved and left behind.
Night is the time for care;
Brooding on hours misspent,
To see the spectre of despair.
Come to our lonely tent;
Like Brutus, midst his slumbering host,
Startled by Cæsar's stalwart ghost.
Brooding on hours misspent,
To see the spectre of despair.
Come to our lonely tent;
Like Brutus, midst his slumbering host,
Startled by Cæsar's stalwart ghost.
Night is the time to muse;
Takes flight, and with expanding views,
Then from the eye, the soul
Beyond the starry pole,
Descries athwart the abyss of night
The dawn of uncreated light.
Takes flight, and with expanding views,
Then from the eye, the soul
Beyond the starry pole,
Descries athwart the abyss of night
The dawn of uncreated light.