Nathan Covington Brooks Poems

The day is spent, on the calm evening hours,
Like whispered prayer, come nature's sounds abroad,
And with bowed heads the pure and gentle flowers
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Within Philistia's princely hall
Is held a glorious festival,
And on the fluctuant ether floats
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The star of Bethlehem rose, and truth and light
Burst on the nations that reposed in night,
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Beneath the axle of departing day
The weary waters on the horizon's ...
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Beneath the axle of departing day
The weary waters on the horizon's ...
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Let the classic pilgrim rove,
By Egeria's fount to stand,
Or sit in Vancluse's grot of love,
Afar from his native land;
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O sweeter than the breath of southern wind
With all its perfumes is the whisper'd prayer
From infant lips, and gentler than the hind,
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The flowers you reared repose in sleep
With folded bells where the night-dews weep,
And the passing wind, like a spirit, grieves
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The fields have faded, the groves look dead,
The summer is gone, its beauty has fled,
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