
When the hours of Day are numbered, And the voices of the Night Wake, the better soul, that slumbered, To a holy, calm delight; 💥
Ere the evening lamps are lighted. And, like phantoms grim and tall, Shadows from the fitful fire-light Dance upon the parlor wall: 💥
Then the forms of the departed Enter at the open door; The beloved, the true-hearted, Come to visit me once more; 💥



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