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Rh And manhood felt her sway too—on the eye,
 * Half realized, her early dreams burst bright,

Her promised bower of happiness seemed nigh,
 * Its days of joy, its vigils of delight;

And though at times might lower the thunder-storm,
 * And the red lightnings threaten, still the air

Was balmy with her breath and her loved form,
 * The rainbow of the heart was hovering there.

’Tis in life’s noontide she is nearest seen, Her wreath the summer flower, her robe of summer green.

But though less dazzling in her twilight dress,
 * There’s more of heaven’s pure beam about her now;

That angel-smile of tranquil loveliness,
 * Which the heart worships, glowing on her brow;

That smile shall brighten the dim evening star
 * That points our destined tomb, nor e’er depart

Till the faint light of life is fled afar,
 * And hushed the last deep beating of the heart:

The meteor-bearer of our parting breath, A moonbeam in the midnight cloud of death.