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The God of the day has vanished / The light from the hills has fled, / And the hand of an unseen artist, / Is painting the West all red. / All threaded with gold and crimson, / And burnished with amber dye, / And tipped with purple shadows, / The glory flameth high.
Fair, beautiful world of ours! / Fair, beautiful world, but oh, / How darkened by pain and sorrow, / How blackened by sin and woe. / The splendor pales in the heavens / And dies in a golden gleam, / And alone in the hush of twilight, / I sit, in a checkered dream.