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'TWAS summer eve the changeful beams still play'd	A
On the fir bark and through the beechen shade	A
Still with soft crimson glow'd each floating cloud	B
Still the stream glitter'd where the willow bow'd	B
Still the pale moon sate silent and alone	C
Nor yet the stars had rallied round her throne	C
Those diamond courtiers who while yet the West	D
Wears the red shield above his dying breast	D
Dare not assume the loss they all desire	E
Nor pay their homage to the fainter fire	E
But wait in trembling till the Sun's fair light	F
Fading shall leave them free to welcome Night	F
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So when some Chief whose name through realms afar	G
Was still the watchword of succesful war	H
Met by the fatal hour which waits for all	I
Is on the field he rallied forced to fall	I
The conquerors pause to watch his parting breath	J
Awed by the terrors of that mighty death	J
Nor dare the meed of victory to claim	K
Nor lift the standard to a meaner name	K
Till every spark of soul hath ebb'd away	L
And leaves what was a hero common clay	L
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Oh Twilight Spirit that dost render birth	M
To dim enchantments melting Heaven with Earth	M
Leaving on craggy hills and rumning streams	N
A softness like the atmosphere of dreams	N
Thy hour to all is welcome Faint and sweet	O
Thy light falls round the peasant's homeward feet	O
Who slow returning from his task of toil	P
Sees the low sunset gild the cultured soil	P
And tho' such radliance round him brightly glows	Q
Marks the small spark his cottage window throws	Q
Still as his heart forestals his weary pace	R
Fondly he dreams of each familiar face	R
Recalls the treasures of his narrow life	S
His rosy children and his sunburnt wife	S
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To whom his coming is the chief event	T
Of simple days in cheerful labour spent	T
The rich man's chariot hath gone whirling past	U
And those poor cottagers have only cast	U
One careless glance on all that show of pride	V
Then to their tasks turn'd quietly aside	V
But him they wait for him they welcome home	W
Fond sentinels look forth to see him come	X
The fagot sent for when the fire grew dim	Y
The frugal meal prepared are all for him	Y
For him the watching of that sturdy boy	Z
For him those smiles of tenderness and joy	Z
For him who plods his sauntering way along	A2
Whistling the fragment of some village song	A2
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Dear art thou to the lover thou sweet light	F
Fair fleeting sister of the mournful night	F
As in impatient hope he stands apart	B2
Companion'd only by his beating heart	B2
And with an eager fancy oft beholds	R
The vision of a white robe's fluttering folds	R
Flit through the grove and gain the open mead	C2
True to the hour by loving hearts agreed	C2
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At length she comes The evening's holy grace	R
Mellows the glory of her radiant face	R
The curtain of that daylight faint and pale	D2
Hangs round her like the shrouding of a veil	D2
As turning with a bashful timid thought	E2
From the dear welcome she herself hath sought	E2
Her shadowy profile drawn against the sky	F2
Cheats while it charms his fond adoring eye	F2
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Oh dear to him to all since first the flowers	R
Of happy Eden's consecrated bowers	R
Heard the low breeze along the branches play	L
And God's voice bless the cool hour of the day	L
For though that glorious Paradise be lost	G2
Though earth by blighting storms be roughly cross'd	G2
Though the long curse demands the tax of sin	H2
And the day's sorrows with the day begin	H2
That hour once sacred to God's presence still	I2
Keeps itself calmer from the touch of ill	I2
The holiest hour of earth Then toil doth cease	R
Then from the yoke the oxen find release	R
Then man rests pausing from his many cares	R
And the world teems with children's sunset prayers	R
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Then innocent things seek out their natural rest	D
The babe sinks slumbering on its mother's breast	D
The birds beneath their leafy covering creep	J2
Yea even the flowers fold up their buds in sleep	J2
And angels floating by on radiant wings	R
Hear the low sounds the breeze of evening brings	R
Catch the sweet incense as it floats along	A2
The infant's prayer the mother's cradle song	A2
And bear the holy gifts to worlds afar	G
As thigs too sacred for this fallen star	G
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At such an hour on such a summer night	F
Silent and calm in its transparent light	F
A widow'd parent watch'd her slumbering child	K2
On whose young face the sixteenth summer smiled	K2
Fair was the face she watch'd Nor less because	R
Beauty's perfection seem'd to make a pause	R
And wait on that smooth brow some further touch	L2
Some spell from Time the great magician such	L2
As calls the closed bud out of hidden gloom	M2
And bids it wake to glory light and bloom	M2
Girlish as yet but with the gentle grace	R
Of a young fawn in its low resting place	R
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Her folded limbs were lying from her hand	N2
A group of wild flowers Nature's brightest band	N2
Of all that laugh along the Summer fields	R
Of all the sunny hedge row freely yields	R
Of all that in the wild wood darkly hide	V
Or on the thyme bank wave in breezy pride	V
Show'd that the weariness which closed in sleep	J2
So tranquil child like innocent and deep	J2
Nor festal gaiety nor toilsome hours	R
Had brought but like a flower among the flowers	R
She had been wandering 'neath the Summer sky	F2
Youth on her lip and gladness in her eye	F2
Twisting the wild rose from its native thorn	O2
And the blue scabious from the sunny corn	O2
Smiling and singing like a spirit fair	P2
That walk'd the world but had no dwelling there	P2
And still as though their faintly scented breath	J
Preserv'd a meek fidelity in death	J
Each late imprison'd blossom fondly lingers	R
Within the touch of her unconscious fingers	R
Though languidly unclasp'd that hand no more	H
Guards its possession of the rifled store	H
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So wearily she lay so sweetly slept	Q2
So by her side fond watch the mother kept	Q2
And as above her gentle child she bent	T
So like they seem'd in form and lineament	T
You might have deem'd her face its shadow gave	R2
To the clear mirror of a fountain's wave	R2
Only in this they differ'd that while one	S2
Was warm and radiant as the Summer sun	S2
The other's smile had more a moonlight play	L
For many tears had wept its glow away	L
Yet was she fair of loveliness so true	T2
That time which faded never could subdue	T2
And though the sleeper like a half blown rose	R
Show'd bright as angels in her soft repose	R
Though bluer veins ran through each snowy lid	T
Curtaining sweet eyes by long dark lashes hid	T
Eyes that as yet had never learnt to weep	J2
But woke up smiling like a child's from sleep	J2
Though fainter lines were pencill'd on the brow	U2
Which cast soft shadow on the orbs below	V2
Though deeper colour flush'd her youthful cheek	W2
In its smooth curve more joyous and less meek	W2
And fuller seem'd the small and crimson mouth	X2
With teeth like those that glitter in the South	X2
She had but youth's superior brightness such	L2
As the skill'd painter gives with flattering touch	L2
When he would picture every lingering grace	R
Which once shone brighter in some copied face	R
And it was compliment whene'er she smiled	T
To say 'Thou'rt like thy mother my fair child '	-
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Sweet is the image of the brooding dove	Y2
Holy as Heaven a mother's tender love	Y2
The love of many prayers and many tears	R
Which changes not with dim declining years	R
The only love which on this teeming earth	M
Asks no return from Passion's wayward birth	M
The only love that with a touch divine	Z2
Displaces from the heart's most secret shrine	Z2
The idol SELF Oh prized beneath thy due	T2
When life's untried affections all are new	T2
Love from whose calmer hope and holier rest	T
Like a fledged bird impatient of the nest	T
The human heart rebellious springs to seek	W2
Delights more vehement in ties more weak	W2
How strange to us appears in after life	S
That term of mingled carelessness and strife	S
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When guardianship so gentl	V2

Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton

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