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That ripples down thro' emerald meadows bright?

With him the hues in gloom decline;

Sun of the soul,

At whose control

Outpours the living light divine,

The grace that turns life's water into wine.

THE CHURCH TOWER AT SUNSET.

THE CHURCH TOWER AT SUNSET.

See

Our little tower fling back the evening gold!

Is waning into dusk obscure and cold.

When worlds their borrowed lustre shall resign,

Bow down abashed before the Bride Divine.

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SUMMER SUNSET.

SUMMER SUNSET.

I saw

On golden clouds beyond the rain,

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