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THE TWILIGHT HOUR.
The evening shades are spreading
O'er the wild-woods; far away
The star of evening brightly shines,
Bidding farewell to day.
O'er the wild-woods; far away
The star of evening brightly shines,
Bidding farewell to day.
Oh, fair Zohara, best-lov'd star
Of all the worlds of light,
How bright art thou in loveliness,
Within the dome of night!
Of all the worlds of light,
How bright art thou in loveliness,
Within the dome of night!
In this sweet hour of rest and peace,
While mem'ry folds her wing,
Oh, come, devotion, trim thy lamp,
And round thy radiance fling.
While mem'ry folds her wing,
Oh, come, devotion, trim thy lamp,
And round thy radiance fling.
Above, where light ethereal dwells,
Thy purer rays ascend;
Now on my weary, fainting heart
The soft reflection bend.
Thy purer rays ascend;
Now on my weary, fainting heart
The soft reflection bend.
The wave that high above the vale
In crystal foam arose,
Now in the gentle shade below
Glides on in soft repose.
In crystal foam arose,
Now in the gentle shade below
Glides on in soft repose.
