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Lines. Written at Twilight Dearly I love meek twilight's soften'd shade - It suits my heart, by various cares opprest, And as amidst the gloom the objects fade, Steals a soft langour through my pensive breast. Tis silent contemplation's favorite hour, And as I view yon Heaven's blue shadowy dome, I give the reins to sad reflection's power, And think of [[underlined]] pleasure's past, and griefs to [[underlined]] come. Indulging [[underlined]] thus reflection's mournful sway, My every feeling is attun'd to woe; Yet do I love this hour of closing day, And prize the tears that sadly, silent flow. Yet cease, my heart, from such delights forbear, For 'tis reflection drives thee to despair. [[line across page]] Ah throbbing heart! thee I implore, Less wildly throb - or throb no more! Oh foolish wish! Still let it wildly beat, The long oblivion it will bring, is sweet; The silent grave will shelter the distrest; Throb, wilder throb, poor heart and let me be at rest! [[line across page]]