Never have I seen such a victory,
Of true smiles o'er the dark false shrieks,
Of few true minutes o'er the wicked hours
Where skies are adorned with ‘fire-showers',
Of the busiest day o'er the tranquil weeks; alone
Where the lamps too shine,
Far better than how the mighty sun
Would have shone.
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Beautiful poem with fantastic lines....... Where the lamps too shine, Far better than how the mighty sun Would have shone. You write so well. Loved it.