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THE VIATORIAN "F AC E'Y SPERA"
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WHEN MY DAY 18 DONE
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The sun in
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And all too soon its warm effulgent be.ams Will find secluded rest in rippling strea1ns, Arid from their strange -entrancing dance be still
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To whisper low sweet tale to mountain rill And wake the
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Until the £~ding day in brightness teems
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And earth apd distant sky in glory thrill. One solen1n tho't comes o'er me as I stand And gaze -on mighty works of power Divine
My troubled thoughts are of the Promised Land lmpatient I await my days 'decline When at the close of this sad earthly race I'll find eternal rest in God's embrace.
-T.A. W.
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