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WRITTEN AT SUNSET , Jujur 30 , 1824 .
Lo , the sun ' s triumphal car Bears the victor from his war ;—Yet a moment he delays O ' er the last of vanquished days , Rearing , batte west ' s blue shore , To hia God one trophy more : Golden banners here are twining ,
There rich clouds , like arms , are rollM- — Fiery arms that burn in shining , Shield of lig ) . - and sword of gold . Pause and view yon pile sublime On the field of conquer ed timo . Pause and look , with no vain gaze * Where goes down the last of days i
Read the moral , writ in fire On the day ' s proud funeral pyre . Life is like the vanished sttn ; Swift as that , its race is run . Like the clouds , which veilM the azure Of the day for ever pass'd , Tears and trials dfiu the pleasure Of man ' s hours , until th § last . Trace and learn the lore sublime
On the scroll of parted time . Enter , like the lord of day , On thy brief , but lofty way . Scorn , like him , each dusky cloud Weaving round a transient shroud
Pass , like him , serene and high , On the inarch that wins the sky . So shall every cloud surrender All its gloom at evening hour , Verging , in one pomp of splendour ,
Round the light that spurn'd its power . List , oh list , the voice sublime Froiu the grave of buried time ! Crediton .
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A BALLAD , On the Irish Superstition of a Child changed by Fairies , by Mr . Anster . [ From " Researches in the South of Ireland . " By T . C . Croker . 4 to . pp . 86 , 87 . ] The summer sun was sinking With a mild light calm and mellow , It shone on my little boy ' s bonny cheeks , And his loose locks of yellow . The robin was singing sweetly , And his song was sad and tender ; And my little boy ' s eyes as he heard the song Smiled with a sweet soft splendour .
My little boy lay on my bosom , While his soul the song was quaffing : The joy of his soul had ting'd his cheek , And his heart and his eye were laughing .
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Sept. 2, 1824, page 568, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2528/page/56/
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