The Skies Are Strown With Stars, The Streets Are Fresh With Dew A Thin Moon Drifts To Westward, The Night Is Hushed And Cheerful. My Thought Is Quick With You. Near Windows Gleam And Laugh, And Far Away A Train Clanks Glowing Through The Stillness: A Great Content'S In All Things, And Life Is Not In Vain. 1877
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