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DREAMS.
There was a season when I loved
The calm and holy night,—
When, like yon silvery evening star,
Just trembling on our sight,
My spirit through its heaven of dreams
Went floating forth in light.
There was a season when I loved
The calm and holy night,—
When, like yon silvery evening star,
Just trembling on our sight,
My spirit through its heaven of dreams
Went floating forth in light.
Night is the time when Nature seems
God's silent worshipper,
And ever with a chastened heart,
In unison with her,
I laid me on my peaceful couch,
The day's dull cares resigned,
And let my thoughts fold up like flowers,
In the twilight of the mind.
God's silent worshipper,
And ever with a chastened heart,
In unison with her,
I laid me on my peaceful couch,
The day's dull cares resigned,
And let my thoughts fold up like flowers,
In the twilight of the mind.
