Sunset on the Hills

It is the gentle evening hour;
And, see, the shades are lengthening fast;
My spirit feels its softening power,
And troubles, with the day, have pass'd.

In quiet beauty, fixed repose,
The hills, like guardians of the land,
Catch the last sun-beam, as it glows,
And bright in tranquil grandeur stand.

All, all is beauty, love and peace;
Mysterious longings heave and swell
Within my soul, and shall not cease,
Till a like glory there shall dwell.
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