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THE TWILIGHT HOUR	A
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Slowly I dawn on the sleepless eye	B
Like a dreaming thought of eternity	C
But darkness hangs on my misty vest	D
Like the shade of care on the sleeper's breast	D
A light that is felt but dimly seen	E
Like hope that hangs life and death between	E
And the weary watcher will sighing say	F
Lord I thank thee 'twill soon be day	F
The lingering night of pain is past	G
Morning breaks in the east at last	G
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Mortal thou mayst see in me	C
A type of feeble infancy	C
A dim uncertain struggling ray	F
The promise of a future day	F
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THE MORNING HOUR	A
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Like a maid on her bridal morn I rise	H
With the smile on her lip and the tear in her eyes	H
Whilst the breeze my crimson banner unfurls	H
I wreathe my locks with the purest pearls	H
Brighter diamonds never were seen	E
Encircling the neck of an Indian queen	E
I traverse the east on my glittering wing	I
And my smiles awake every living thing	I
And the twilight hour like a pilgrim gray	F
Follows the night on her weeping way	F
I raise the veil from the saffron bed	J
Where the young sun pillows his golden head	J
He lifts from the ocean his burning eye	B
And his glory lights up the earth and sky	B
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Ah I am like that dewy prime	K
Ere youth hath shaken hands with time	K
Ere the fresh tide of life has wasted low	L
And discovered the hidden rocks of woe	L
When like the rosy beams of morn	M
Joy and gladness and love were born	M
Hope divine of heavenly birth	N
And pleasure that lightens the cares of earth	N
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THE NOONTIDE HOUR	A
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I come like an Eastern monarch dight	J
In my crown of beams in my robe of light	J
And nature droops at my ardent gaze	H
And wraps the woods in a purple haze	H
From my fiery glance the strong man shrinks	H
Like a babe on the bosom of earth he sinks	H
Yet cries as he turns from the glowing ray	F
This is a glorious summer day	F
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Such is manhood's fiery dower	O
Passion's all consuming power	A
Glorious beautiful and bright	J
But too dazzling to the sight	J
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THE EVENING HOUR	A
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Like the herald hope of a fairer clime	K
The brightest link in the chain of time	K
The youngest and loveliest child of day	F
I mingle and soften each glowing ray	F
Weaving together a tissue bright	J
Of the beams of day and the gems of night	J
I pitch my tent in the glowing west	J
And receive the sun as he sinks to rest	J
He flings in my lap his ruby crown	P
And lays at my feet his glory down	P
But ere his burning eyelids close	H
His farewell glance the day king throws	H
On Nature's face till the twilight shrouds	H
The monarch's brow in a veil of clouds	H
Oh then by the light of mine own fair star	Q
I unyoke the steeds from his beamy car	Q
Away they start from the fiery rein	R
With flashing hoofs and flying mane	R
Like meteors speeding on the wind	J
They leave a glowing track behind	J
Till the dark caverns of the night	J
Receive the heaven born steeds of light	J
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While Nature broods o'er the soft repose	H
Of the dewy mead and the half shut rose	H
Does not that lovely hour give birth	N
To thoughts more allied to heaven than earth	N
When things that have been in perspective pass	H
Like the sun's last rays over memory's glass	H
When life's cares are forgot when its joys are our own	S
And the mild beams of faith round the future are thrown	S
When all that awakened remorse or regret	J
Like a stormy morn has in splendour set	J
When the sorrows of time and the hopes of heaven	T
Blend in the soul like the hues of even	U
And the spirit looks back on this troubled scene	E
With a glance as bright as it ne'er had been	U
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NIGHT	J
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I come like Oblivion to sweep away	F
The scattered beams from the car of day	F
The gems which the evening has lavishly strown	U
Light up the lamps round my ebon throne	U
Slowly I float through the realms of space	H
Casting my mantle o'er Nature's face	H
Weaving the stars in my raven hair	V
As I sail through the shadowy fields of air	V
All the wild fancies that thought can bring	I
Lie hid in the folds of my sable wing	I
Terror is mine with his phrensied crew	W
Fear with her cheek of marble hue	W
And sorrow that shuns the eye of day	F
Pours out to me her plaintive lay	F
I am the type of that awful gloom	K
Which involves the cradle and wraps the tomb	K
Chilling the soul with its mystical sway	F
Chasing the day dreams of beauty away	F
Till man views the banner by me unfurled	J
As the awful veil of the unknown world	J
The emblem of all he fears beneath	X
The solemn garb of the spoiler death	Y
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CHORUS OF HOURS	H
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Born with the sun the fair daughters of time	K
We silently lead to a lovelier clime	K
Where the day is undimmed by the shadows of night	J
But eternally beams from the fountain of light	J
Where the sorrows of time and its cares are unknown	U
To the beautiful forms that encircle the throne	U
Of the mighty Creator the First and the Last	J
Who the wonderful frame of the universe cast	J
And composed every link of the mystical chain	U
Of minutes and hours which are numbered in vain	U
By the children of dust in their frantic career	Z
When their moments are wasted unthinkingly here	A2
Lavished on earth which in mercy were given	U
That men might prepare for the joys of heaven	U

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