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Evening

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'Tis gone, that bright and orbed blaze,
Fast fading from our wistful gaze;
You mantling cloud has hid from sight
The last faint pulse of quivering light.

In darkness and in weariness
The traveller on his way must press,
No gleam to watch on tree or tower,
Whiling away the lonesome hour.

Sun of my soul! Thou Saviour dear,
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Susan Williams 09 January 2017

I've said it before but it is true- -this man can write a well-turned phrase or two! ! ! - - - - 'Tis gone, that bright and orbed blaze, Fast fading from our wistful gaze; You mantling cloud has hid from sight The last faint pulse of quivering light.

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Brian Jani 01 May 2014

Nice poems, I like your style

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Mark Tailleur 06 January 2005

Just astounding. Real depth for an uptight christian holy man.

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