THE INTERPRETERS.
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ii.
Delight,
When lovelier looks the darkness, and diviner
The light--
The gift they give of all these golden hours,
Whose urn
Pours forth reverberate rays or shadowing showers
In turn--
Clouds, beams, and winds that make the live day's track
Seem living--
What were they did no spirit give them back
Thanksgiving?
iii.
Time nought;
Man gives them sense and soul by song, and dwelling
In thought.