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sweepeth over all! In showers leaves fall From the tall forest tree; On to the sea Majestic rivers roll, It is their goal. Each speeds to perish in man's simple seeming,— Each disappears; One common end o'ertakes life's idle dreaming Dust, darkness, tears!

Day hurries to its close: The sun that rose A miracle of light, Yieldeth to night; The skirt of one vast pall O'ershadows all, Yon firmamental cresset lights forth shining, Heaven's highest born!