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Rh STANZAS.

thou be in a lonely place,

If one hour's calm be thine,

As Evening bends her placid face

O'er this sweet day's decline;

If all the earth and all the heaven

Now look serene to thee,

As o'er them shuts the summer even,

One moment—think of me!

Pause, in the lane, returning home;

'Tis dusk, it will be still:

Pause near the elm, a sacred gloom

Its breezeless boughs will fill.

Look at that soft and golden light,

High in the unclouded sky;

Watch the last bird's belated flight,

As it flits silent by.

Hark! for a sound upon the wind,

A step, a voice, a sigh;

If all be still, then yield thy mind,

Unchecked, to memory.

If thy love were like mine, how blest

That twilight hour would seem,

When, back from the regretted Past,

Returned our early dream!