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<h2> <SPAN name="sacred08">A CANADIAN SUMMER EVENING.</SPAN> </h2>
<p>The rose-tints have faded from out of the West,<br/>
From the Mountain’s high peak, from the river’s broad
breast.<br/>
And, silently shadowing valley and rill,<br/>
The twilight steals noiselessly over the hill.<br/>
Behold, in the blue depths of ether afar,<br/>
Now softly emerging each glittering star;<br/>
While, later, the moon, placid, solemn and bright,<br/>
Floods earth with her tremulous, silvery light.</p>
<p>Hush! list to the Whip-poor-will’s soft plaintive notes,<br/>
As up from the valley the lonely sound floats,<br/>
Inhale the sweet breath of yon shadowy wood<br/>
And the wild flowers blooming in hushed solitude.<br/>
Start not at the whispering, ’tis but the breeze,<br/>
Low rustling, ’mid maple and lonely pine trees,<br/>
Or willows and alders that fringe the dark tide<br/>
Where canoes of the red men oft silently glide.</p>
<p>See, rising from out of that copse, dark and damp,<br/>
The fire-flies, each bearing a flickering lamp!<br/>
Like meteors, gleaming and streaming, they pass<br/>
O’er hillside and meadow, and dew-laden grass,<br/>
Contrasting with ripple on river and stream,<br/>
Alternately playing in shadow and beam,<br/>
Till fullness of beauty fills hearing and sight<br/>
Throughout the still hours of a calm summer’s night.</p>
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