And they held that sacred converse

Which the soul alone can hear.

While the horses browsed the sage brush,

And the sun withdrew his light,

And the moon in mournful splendor

Ushered in the lonely night,

He lay down beneath the branches,

Wrapped in musings strange and deep--

Thoughts that bore him off in silence

O'er the placid sea of sleep.

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In his dreams he saw a monarch

Decked in sumptuous array,

Seated on a throne of glory

Bearing royal title, Day.

Then some mighty power transcendent,

Thrust him from his gorgeous throne,

Turning all the realm to darkness,

And the world was left alone.

As the shades of gloom were spreading,

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