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" OH , what a long, long night! — when comes the morn? "
Eyes heavy with their vigils watch the east;
For Hope has promised that when Day is born
The heart from heavy grief shall be released.

" Oh, what a short, short night! — is this the morn
Awaking me so soon to life's stern truth?
Hated be day, that crazeth the forlorn!
Loved be the night, that hides with tender ruth. "

Peace and regret each sunset leaves behind;
Joy and repining morning ushereth in;
Or dawn or evening far apart doth find
Even those souls whose bodies are akin.
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