Poems (Toke)/Sunset
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SUNSET.
ID 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.