  Far away in Western ether Day and Night at length have met, Like old friends that come together, And their eyes with tears are wet. In the heart, too, joy and sorrow Meet together without pain, Loving friends who, on the morrow, At the dawning, part again. 'Tis the time for sweet contentment, Thoughts all dedicate to love, Soften'd down from all resentment, Chasten'd as the light above. 'Tis the time to breathe a blessing Forth on all things good and fair, That make life so sweet, repressing Like a charm the strokes of care. Tis the time when those who love us Rise like stars in Fancy's sky, Shining steadily above us, Though afar, in seeming nigh. Sure our life is but a gloaming Deep'ning slowly unto Night, To give rest unto the roaming, To the sad, dreams of delight. Should not life, then, be contentment, Only dedicate to love, Softened down from all resentment, Holy as the light above. |
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