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HOW DEAR TO ME THE HOUR by THOMAS MOORE

First Line: HOW DEAR TO ME THE HOUR WHEN DAYLIGHT DIES
Last Line: AND THINK 'TWOULD LEAD TO SOME BRIGHT ISLE OF REST
Subject(s): EVENING; SUNSET; TWILIGHT;
How dear to me the hour when daylight dies,
And sunbeams melt along the silent sea,
For then sweet dreams of other days arise,
And memory breathes her vesper sigh to thee.

And, as I watch the line of light, that plays
Along the smooth wave t'ward the burning west,
I long to tread that golden path of rays,
And think 'twould lead to some bright isle of rest



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