Pensive as I watched the night, Many a star was glittering bright, While their gay, but warmthless rays, Waked the thoughts of other days; Like the joys I knew of old, They were bright, but they were cold; Parting with the parting shade, One by one I saw them fade-- Duly as the morning cleared, One by one they disappeared. So, before celestial light, Sink the joys of nature's night; 'Twas but folly made them dear, 'Twas but darkness made them fair. As the dawn of grace increases, Earth's delusion sinks and ceases; Joys that once were all my bliss, Fading into nothingness, Take them wings, and pass away, Lost in everlasting day.
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