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EVENING IN THE FIELDS.

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EVENING IN THE FIELDS. At eve she wandered through the fresh-mown grass, Along the bedgerow bordering waving corn, The turf was spicy with young sassafras, And all along the silent fields were borne The di.-it'int stroke and softened melody Of oars, and boivt-songa from tke twilight-sea. Sweet vespers rang from woods and meadows far, Where the wild song-birds bid the sun good-bye; The day had faded, but one soft, large star Grew into glory from the shadowy sky, Whiie o'er the dim horizon's dreamy glow A shimmering mist crept ghostly, cold, and slow. And "thus," she sighed," thus o'er my horoscope. While Love's own planet burns before my eyes, All trembling with the beams of holy hope Thus do the heavy mists of doubt arise, And dreary twilitrht dusks the living light, And all things chill and shiver to the night." Her soul grew sick with vague, uncertain fear, When from its home, amid the perfumed hay, A little metdow lark, that carolled near, In words articulate seemed sweet to say, Listers, Slid heart, from far across the sea I bre use the song the breezes brought to me. "Oh let no mists of portent gather o'er thee, All nitn and vast, Nor uhoits of dead affections rise before thee Froill out the past. "Before Lvoe's dewy dawn dark shadows fleeing Set tun light free; Trust is Love's sun, its very vital being— Ob, trust in me. Then welcome Hope Adieu to weary grieving, For all life through The feelings purest, sweetest, are believing And proving true."

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