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AT THE LINN-SIDE.
Before the pale November day
Break in the east, forlorn and slow.
Break in the east, forlorn and slow.
Yet blest one gleam—one gleam like this,
When all heaven brightens in our sight,
And the long night that was and is
And shall be, vanishes in light:
When all heaven brightens in our sight,
And the long night that was and is
And shall be, vanishes in light:
O blest one hour like this! to rise
And see grief's shadows backward roll;
While bursts on unaccustomed eyes
The glad Aurora of the soul.
And see grief's shadows backward roll;
While bursts on unaccustomed eyes
The glad Aurora of the soul.
AT THE LINN-SIDE.
Roslin.
LIVING, living water,So busy and so bright,
Aye flashing in the morning beams,
And sounding through the night;
O golden-shining water—
Would God that I might be
A vocal message from His mouth
Into the world, like thee!
