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We sail toward evening’s lonely star That trembles in the tender blue; One single cloud, a dusky bar, Burnt with dull carmine through and through, Slow smouldering in the summer sky, Lies low along the fading west. How sweet to watch its splendors die, Wave-cradled thus and wind-caressed! The soft breeze freshens, leaps the spray To kiss our cheeks, with sudden cheer; Upon the dark edge of the bay Lighthouses kindle, far and near, And through the warm deeps of the sky Steal faint star-clusters, while we rest In deep refreshment, thou and I, Wave-cradled thus and wind-caressed. How like a dream are earth and heaven, Star-beam and darkness, sky and sea; Thy face, pale in the shadowy even, Thy quiet eyes that gaze on me! O realize the moment’s charm, Thou dearest! we are at life’s best, Folded in God’s encircling arm, Wave-cradled thus and wind-caressed.

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