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BY THE AUTHOR OF
*HANDS NOT HEARTS, THE REVELATIONS
OF A COMMONPLACE MAN, ETC.
Shadows, from Night's brooding wing,
Flit and fall around me fast;
For the summer moon has cast
Waves, which thrill with murmurs sweet ;
Only fit for angel feet
Brief indeed our dreams of Heaven!
Ever o'er the pathway bright
Draws us down to Earth and Night;
THINK it is like Destiny, in whose arms
we are borne swiftly forward, we know not whither. And, as with us, she passes now through the bright phase of youth, where