Poems (Follen)/Sunset on the Hills

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SUNSET ON THE HILLS.
STOCKBRIDGE.
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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