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--AN EVENING VISION.

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AN EVENING VISION. It is evening and I in my chamber alone, Am sitting in silence, half-dteaming, I hear no sound, save the wind's fitful ilioan, Or the crackle of itle embers gleaming. The lamp, my companion, says nothing to me lint mv cye3 on the dying coals falling I close them and my mother I see And 1 hear the voice of my mother calling. She calls me by name and her gaze is so oalm, True happiness only revealing, 1 feel noi a iear, 1 feel not a qualm, But happiness over me stealing. Now a sound breaks my dream, and at last, To the present IUY thoughts re-awaken, I think of the future while I think of the past- When my spirit shall upward be taken. Mother thy pure and gentle ways, Thy kind good words, thy voice shall never Be f,,rg,,t(eii, -till, closed on earth, my days Shall be turned to life with thee for ever. 0 glorious! 0 unearthy bliss When cruel death shall no more sever Thee, dear mother, from thine: but this hall ue a. union sweet for Ever.

0 -AN AUTUMN REVERIE.

(!)Itr iilmmt Sablf.

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