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poems.
THE ADIEU.
The hour is come, the shades descend,
Yet lovely glows the western sky;
See how the lights and shadows blend;—
Ah, we, dear friend, must say "Good bye."
Yet lovely glows the western sky;
See how the lights and shadows blend;—
Ah, we, dear friend, must say "Good bye."
The hopes, the fears, that robe this hour,
Alternate joy and sorrow give;
But let us trust God's ruling power,.
And light shall cheer us while we live.
Alternate joy and sorrow give;
But let us trust God's ruling power,.
And light shall cheer us while we live.
The early joys of life may perish,
Clouds may obscure the glowing sky;
The moon will rise;—oh, let us cherish
Undying hopes;—my friend, "Good bye."
Clouds may obscure the glowing sky;
The moon will rise;—oh, let us cherish
Undying hopes;—my friend, "Good bye."
OH, THEN I THINK OF THEE.
When the sun rises o'er the trees,
And nature from her sleep awakes,
And not a sound but the cool breeze
The deep, the soothing silence breaks,
Oh, then I think of thee!
And nature from her sleep awakes,
And not a sound but the cool breeze
The deep, the soothing silence breaks,
Oh, then I think of thee!
When that glorious orb is sinking
In the glowing beauteous west,
By our willow-tree I'm thinking
Of thee, my own friend, dearest, best;
Oh, then I think of thee!
In the glowing beauteous west,
By our willow-tree I'm thinking
Of thee, my own friend, dearest, best;
Oh, then I think of thee!
