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Rh dear to me the hour when day-light dies,
 * And sunbeams melt along the silent sea,

For then sweet dreams of other days arise,
 * And memory breathes her vesper sigh to thee.

And, as I watch the line of light, that plays
 * Along the smooth wave tow'rd the burning west,

I long to tread that golden path of rays,
 * And think 'twould lead to some bright isle of rest!