Samuel Kettell, ed. Specimens of American Poetry. 1829.
By Evening ThoughtsCharles C. Beaman
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As lonely here I stand;
The dews of evening on my brow,
And silver on the land!
The fragment of a cloud;—
Are all my hopes upon that wreck,
Oblivion soon will shroud?
Among those orbs of light;
It twinkleth yet, the Bethlehem star,
As on its natal night.
And nurse it to a flame;
’T will burn in life’s expiring day,
For ever—and the same.