Walter Richard Cassels Biography

The dream fell on him one calm summer night,
Stealing amid the waving of the corn,
That waited, golden, for the harvest morn--
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The day fades fast;
And backward ebbs the tide of light
From the far hills in billows bright,
Scattering foam, as they sweep past,
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Turn thine eyes from me, Angel of Heaven--
Read not my soul, Angel of Heaven--
Sorrow is steeping my pale cheeks with weeping,
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The King call'd forth his first-born, and took him by the hand,
'Come! boy, and see the people you must soon command:
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There is a land whereon the sun's warm gaze,
God-like, all-seeing, falls right down through space,
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