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BY lITXXIE E. SMITH.

Up where the hill-3 are in glory steeped, | And the glowing we3t all crimson heaped, <j Tho hush and calm of the dying day | ! Broods over all on the mountain way. jj B Tha de9p ravines are filled with gloom, g i Or a flina. mysterious, pnrple bloom ; jj j From the darkening wood where fcha I shadows fall, i Gomes the mourning dove's low, plaintive call. The fresh, 000 l breath from the western I sea, Makes rippling rnnrmura in esch oak tree ; It faints away, in a tremulous aigb, 'Mid the tallest pines where the eunbeams die. The sky in the west growa pale and dead, As a lovely face when the spirit's fled : A night bird trills in the evening star, And the day has gone to lands afar.

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Tuapeka Times, Volume XXIV, Issue 1890, 23 April 1892, Page 1 (Supplement)

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UNKNOWN Tuapeka Times, Volume XXIV, Issue 1890, 23 April 1892, Page 1 (Supplement)

UNKNOWN Tuapeka Times, Volume XXIV, Issue 1890, 23 April 1892, Page 1 (Supplement)