EVENTIDE 

A SERIES OF 

TALES AND POEMS. 

 By 

EFFIE AFTON. 

 

"I never gaze

Upon the evening, but a tide of awe,

And love, and wonder, from the Infinite,

Swells up within me, as the running brine

From the smooth-glistening, wide-heaving sea,

Grows in the creeks and channels of a stream,

Until it threats its, banks. It is not joy,—

'Tis sadness more divine."

 Alexander Smith. 

Alexander Smith

 

BOSTON: 

 FETRIDGE AND COMPANY. 

 1854. 

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