Mont Bland, at Sunset.
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Tho' day lies on his couch of state,
Pillowed in drifts of snow,
Yet parting smile and rosy blush
Fall on the vales below.
Pillowed in drifts of snow,
Yet parting smile and rosy blush
Fall on the vales below.
A lesson here—a solemn voice
Pleads from the dizzy height—
Thus should ye die like parting day,
And leave your lamp of Light—
Pleads from the dizzy height—
Thus should ye die like parting day,
And leave your lamp of Light—
A lamp of Light that ever bright
Shall burn in hearts ye leave;
From dying day on Alpine height,
This lesson we receive.
Shall burn in hearts ye leave;
From dying day on Alpine height,
This lesson we receive.
