POETRY.
SHADOWS.
SHADOWS of the morning, on the way ! Shadows of a morning, fresh and gay!
Shadows of the morning, like a maiden's tears adorning For her bridal,—oh ! how soon ye pass away !
Shadows of the midday, cool and calm Shadows of Oasis, and of palm !
Where a weary pair are resting, after heat of desert blest in Airs that wander in those shadows, breathing balm.
Shadows of the evening, how they fall !
Sombre, dank, and heavy, like a pall!
Slow at first, they quicken ; then they thicken, thicken, thicken, Till they rush upon us, myriads, veiling all.
Shadows of the midnight, dark and drear !
Shadows of the midnight, fraught with fear !
But for hopes we fondest cherish, faiths we dare not let to perish, 0 ye awful, awful shadows! And so near ! A. G. B.
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