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The evening shadows deepen fast,
Enshrouding sea and shore;
The day so bright, so quickly past,
Returneth nevermore.
The night is come; but lo! on high
The steadfast stars appear;
A holy calm is in the sky,
And heaven seems very near.
So fades, at last, life’s little day,—
So falls death’s deepening gloom;
We hasten, each a different way,
To reach one goal,—the tomb!
But God is good, whate’er may come;—
To every heart is given
A tender memory of home,
A trembling hope of heaven.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           

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