AN OCEAN SUNSET.

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’Tis sunset on the ocean! Let us gaze:—
A Sabbath sunset; and all things combine
To give it peace and beauty; for the winds
Have folded their broad pinions, and have sunk
To peaceful slumber on the ocean’s breast—
The sportive waves, that tossed their spray erewhile,
Displume their crests in reverence for the hour,
And all is calm around.
The curtain cloud
That hung o’er all the west throws wide its folds,
And in the clear blue ether far away
Bright islands of the blest seem floating, free
From the rough cares that fret this lower world,
And radiant in a glory all divine.
Are not our long-lost loved ones hov’ring there,
Can we not see them wave their hands of light,
As if to beckon to their bright abodes?
Are not celestial harp-strings sounding? Oh!
Let glad imagination spread her wings,
And soar to catch the echoes of their songs
Ere the ethereal vision fades away.
Hail to a scene that wakens thoughts like these.
’Tis sweet to rise, though but on fancy’s wing,
And antedate communion with the blest,
For Heaven is real! May its magnet power
Touch every point of vision! till the soul,
Drawn by a might resistless, centres there!

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           

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