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-SonnetA Fancy. ----¯---Long years agone, when the fair summer-night Had in the gloaming kiss’d the day to die, When half forgotten by the drowsy sky Was the late brightness of the sun’s delight – Then oft I used to think those stars so bright Were angels’ eyes, that watch men’s deeds on high, And homeward, when the new day breaks, they fly, Bearing their tidings to the Heavenly Might. ‘Twas but a childlike fancy; yet whene’er E’en now I gaze upon those stars, meseems That for a sign have they been station’d there, A token aye down-carried in their beams That still our weal and woe are ‘neath His care, And still He watcheth e’en our thoughts and dreams. ----¯----
March 30, 1883.