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100 VIII

battle had passed from the height,

And still did evening fall;

While heaven with its restful night

Gloriously canopied all.

The dead around were sleeping

On heath and granite grey,

And the dying their last watch were keeping

In the closing of the day.

How golden bright from earth and heaven

The summer day declines!

How gloriously o'er land and sea

The parting sunbeam shines!

There is a voice in the wind that waves

Those bright rejoicing trees.

Not a vapour had stained the breezeless blue,

Not a cloud had dimmed the sun,

From the time of morning's earliest dew

Till the summer day was done.

And all as pure and all as bright

The sun of evening died,

And purer still its parting light

Shone on Lake Elnor's tide.