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  DEVOTIONA HOW SWEET TO TH] SWAIN IS THE LAST BLUSH OF EVE. How sweet to the swain is the last blush of eye, That tells him the labours of day-light are done ! How glad is the wave-wearied sailor, to leave The toil of the oar, at the set of the sun ! Then, O, to their cot with what rapture they haste, Where smiles each dear face on their happy return, And around their blithe board, what soft extasy taste, While the cup passes round, and the bright embers burn ! How gladly the bird, Who h '/�tr eway, On her wild wearied wing'theh returns to her nest, Forgets the wide scenes where she wunder'd by day, Nestles close to her mate, and slnlre gently to rest. So sweet to thy child, O kind Father of all, Is the hour when alone he can ommllne with thee, And thus gladly he hails the calm day's silent fall, To thy well-beloved presence with rapture to flee ! ......... Google

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