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SUNSET.
MID varied hues of light and shade,
The sun at last has died away;
While silvery vapours linger round,
As if to shroud his parting ray.

How calm and pure that bright expanse!
It seems to have no earthly bound;
The shadowing clouds look dark and sad,
But clear and peaceful all beyond.

It looks as if no sound of strife
Could reach that calm and sunny sphere;
A blest abode of peace and rest,
Untinged by grief, unknown to fear.

And, oh! 'tis like the spirit's vest,
As seen from this our world of care;
Though earthly scenes are dark and sad.
Yet all is bright and peaceful there.

E.

Torquay, January 31, 1831.