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<span class="i4"><b>THE TWILIGHT HOUR.</b><br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">Slowly I dawn on the sleepless eye,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Like a dreaming thought of eternity;<br/></span>
<span class="i0">But darkness hangs on my misty vest,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Like the shade of care on the sleeper's breast;<br/></span>
<span class="i0">A light that is felt—but dimly seen,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Like hope that hangs life and death between;<br/></span>
<span class="i0">And the weary watcher will sighing say,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">"Lord, I thank thee! 'twill soon be day;"<br/></span>
<span class="i0">The lingering night of pain is past,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Morning breaks in the east at last.<br/></span>
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<span class="i2">Mortal!—thou mayst see in me<br/></span>
<span class="i0">A type of feeble infancy,—<br/></span>
<span class="i0">A dim, uncertain, struggling ray,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">The promise of a future day!<br/></span></div>
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