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When the Glare of Day Is Past

by Amelia Alderson Opie

−0.6164 − 0.5266i

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The Dawn's Awake!

by Otto Leland Bohanan

−0.6012 − 0.5019i

Drawing the boundary…

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When the Glare of Day Is Past

by Amelia Alderson Opie

When the glare of day is past,
And dim twilight comes at last,
O! how sweet with thee to stray,
On the banks of Tay
There we hear lone Philomel
Wake her tuneful powers,
'Tis of love her warblings tell,
Love not blest as ours.

Still, we love her tones of woe,
More than strains that livelier flow,
Hearts where real passion sighs,
All that's plaintive prize.
Never on true lover's brow,
Smiles mirth's heartless madness,
Hearts enamour'd deeply know,
What's the charm of sadness.

Yes my love, such hearts as ours,
Joy not in the laughing bowers,
Where proud tapers gild the night,
And gay crowds invite—
But at twilight's last, faint gleam
Scorning glittering folly,
We enjoy on Tay's lone stream
Love, and Melancholy—

The Dawn's Awake!

by Otto Leland Bohanan

The Dawn's awake!
A flash of smoldering flame and fire
Ignites the East. Then, higher, higher,
O'er all the sky so gray, forlorn,
The torch of gold is borne.

The Dawn's awake!
The dawn of a thousand dreams and thrills.
And music singing in the hills
A paean of eternal spring
Voices the new awakening.

The Dawn's awake!
Whispers of pent-up harmonies,
With the mingled fragrance of the trees;
Faint snatches of half-forgotten song—
Fathers! Torn and numb,—
The boon of light we craved, awaited long,
Has come, has come!

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