WHY?
Along life's walk the shadows fall
Because the world is full of light,
And if the world was not so bright
The shadows would not come at all.
Because the world is full of light,
And if the world was not so bright
The shadows would not come at all.
THE SUNSET
Slowly the mighty sun with 'fulgent ray
Goes sliding down into the crimson west,
Leaving the embers of the dying day
Still burning where the ragged cloud-rifts rest;
Pauseth a moment on the mountain's line,
Staining its verdure like a warrior's breast,
Then sinks from sight, and mellow after-shine
Fringes with gold the crimson snow clouds' crest.
Now fades the gorgeous glory of the sky
And deep cool shadows steal o'er vale and hill,
Even the trembling aspen's leaf is still
And nothing stirs the quiet of the night
Save when the marsh-frog pipes his shrilly cry,
Or some lone night-bird wings his whirring flight.
Goes sliding down into the crimson west,
Leaving the embers of the dying day
Still burning where the ragged cloud-rifts rest;
Pauseth a moment on the mountain's line,
Staining its verdure like a warrior's breast,
Then sinks from sight, and mellow after-shine
Fringes with gold the crimson snow clouds' crest.
Now fades the gorgeous glory of the sky
And deep cool shadows steal o'er vale and hill,
Even the trembling aspen's leaf is still
And nothing stirs the quiet of the night
Save when the marsh-frog pipes his shrilly cry,
Or some lone night-bird wings his whirring flight.
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