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The sun had set; but, tremulously, His rays yet gilt the western sky; The stars with milder radiance shone Beset with lustre not their own, And faintly gleaming seemed to mourn The light of which their spheres were shorn. But in the east the azure sky Wore purple of the deepest dye, Save where the silver queen of night Soothed its blue shade to tender light. The stars in bright succession sprung To light and life, and from them flung That gentle influence which instils Its power upon the soul, and fills (Ah! sad but pleasing melancholy) The heart with musings high and holy. Yes! this the hour in mercy given To wean the world- worn heart to heaven; In aspiration rapt sublime We commune with all space, all time; In unison with the infinite whole