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Now the stars have faded / In the purple chill, / Lo, the sun is kindling / On the eastern hill.
Tree by tree the forest / Takes the golden tinge, / As the shafts of glory / Pierce the summit's fringe.
Rock by rock the ledges / Take the rosy sheen, / As the tide of splendor / Floods the dark ravine.
Like a shining angel / At my cabin door, / Shod with hope and silence, / Day is come once more.
Then, as if in sorrow / That you are not here, / All his magic beauties / Gray and disappear.