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.
A lesson here—a solemn voice 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.
