| Samuel Kettell, ed. Specimens of American Poetry. 1829. | | | | Evening Thoughts | | By 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! | |
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| It seems to me a floating speck, | 5 |
| The fragment of a cloud;— | |
| Are all my hopes upon that wreck, | |
| Oblivion soon will shroud? | |
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| Oh no! I have a hope afar, | |
| Among those orbs of light; | 10 |
| It twinkleth yet, the Bethlehem star, | |
| As on its natal night. | |
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| Spring up, my soul! and catch the ray, | |
| And nurse it to a flame; | |
| ’T will burn in life’s expiring day, | 15 |
| For ever—and the same. | | | | |
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