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You ’mind me of the winter’s eve When low the sinking sun Casts soft bright rays upon the snow And day, now almost done, In silence deep prepares to leave, And calmly waits the signal “Go.” Your eyes are faded vestal lights That once the hearth illumed, Where vestal virgins vigil kept, And budding virtue bloomed: Like stars that beam on summer nights, Your eyes, by joy and sorrow swept. Asleep, one night, an angel kissed Your hair and on the morn The raven threads were silv’ry gray; The angel fair had borne Your youth away ere it you missed And left old age to bless your way. Smile on, for when you smile, it seems I cannot do a wrong; Your smiles go with me all the while And make life one sweet song; And oft at night my troubled dream Grows gay at thoughts of your bright smile. Dark Africa with Caucasian blood To tinge your veins combined, Your proud head bowed to slavery’s thrall, Your hands to toil consigned. The Lord of hosts becalmed the flood, The God Omnipotent o’er all.