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Hawke's Bay Times, Volume 7, Issue 353, 26 February 1866, Page 1

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SUBSET. SgOW beautiful the setting sun 3*7 Reposes o’er the wave! like virtue, life’s drear warfare’s done. Descending to the grave; Vet smiling with a brow of love. Benignant, pure, and kind, And blessing, ere she soars above. The realms she leaves behind. The cloudlets, edged with crimson light. Veil o’er the blue serene. While swift the legions of the night. Are shadowing o’er the scene; The sear gull, with a wailing moan. Up starting, turns to seek Its lonely dwelling-place upon The promontory's peak. The heaving sea,—the distant hill,— The waning sky,—the woods,— With melancholy musing fill The swelling heart that broods Upon the light of other days, Whose glories now are dull, And on the visions hope could raise. Vacant, but beautiful. Where are the bright illusions vain. That fancy boded forth 1 Bunk to their silent caves again, Aurora of the north! Oh I who would liye those visions o’er, AUI brilliant though they seem. Since earth is but a desert shore. And life a weary dream i Mon.