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Samuel Kettell, ed. Specimens of American Poetry. 1829.

By Evening Thoughts

Charles C. Beaman

HOW fades the world before me now!

As lonely here I stand;

The dews of evening on my brow,

And silver on the land!

It seems to me a floating speck,

The fragment of a cloud;—

Are all my hopes upon that wreck,

Oblivion soon will shroud?

Oh no! I have a hope afar,

Among those orbs of light;

It twinkleth yet, the Bethlehem star,

As on its natal night.

Spring up, my soul! and catch the ray,

And nurse it to a flame;

’T will burn in life’s expiring day,

For ever—and the same.