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But ah, that orb so bright is gone,—
It sank beyond the cloudy west;
And thus when we are left alone,
Our sky with gloomy clouds is dress'd.
It sank beyond the cloudy west;
And thus when we are left alone,
Our sky with gloomy clouds is dress'd.
And while receding from our view,
Though brightly beam'd its parting smile,
The deeper ev'ry shadow grew,
Nor hope could one regret beguile.
Though brightly beam'd its parting smile,
The deeper ev'ry shadow grew,
Nor hope could one regret beguile.
And I have said Farewell to thee;
Thy smile has faded from my view;
Thine absence is deep gloom to me;
Ah! might we never say Adieu!
Thy smile has faded from my view;
Thine absence is deep gloom to me;
Ah! might we never say Adieu!
ODE TO THE SEASONS.
The fresh spring-woods are green,
And leaves are softly sighing;
And near and far are seen
Views of hills, with waves between;
Their voices are replying
To the sweet song
Now heard among
The lightsome branches flying!
And leaves are softly sighing;
And near and far are seen
Views of hills, with waves between;
Their voices are replying
To the sweet song
Now heard among
The lightsome branches flying!
