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How Calmly the Hues Sail

Written by Henry Farrell As the tide of mellow ebony

Blooms into the bosom of dawn In lasting ooze...the sleepy - As lay...the look of dewy fall on the lawn:


And murmur the wind! Be its hidden cast The fitful gust upon the boughs As October ripens, with its blessing in last! The sunny clime...swathing the moors:


And slowly fading the dusky veil!

Waiting patiently is the light to bathe thy eyes

Then sank the mask! The woeful of this sleepy tale...

As harvest the glowing spirit-in quietness of The skies



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