Another Day Of Rest, And I Sit Here

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Title:     Another Day Of Rest, And I Sit Here
Author: Charles Sangster [More Titles by Sangster]

Another day of rest, and I sit here
Among the trees, green mounds, and leaves as sere
As my own blasted hopes. There was a time
When Love and perfect Happiness did chime
Like two sweet sounds upon this blessed day;
But one has flown forever, far away
From this poor Earth's unsatisfied desires
To love eternal, and the sacred fires
With which the other lighted up my mind
Have faded out and left no trace behind,
But dust and bitter ashes. Like a bark
Becalmed, I anchor through the midnight dark,
Still hoping for another dawn of Love.
Bring back my olive branch of Happiness, O dove!

[The end]
Charles Sangster's poem: Another Day Of Rest, And I Sit Here

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