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Light In Darkness

The day—of sorrows pitiless—
Proclaims "He is not here";
But never hath the tenderness
Of Night denied thee near.


Nay, with the twilight sympathy
Returning from afar,
She wakes again for memory
The dawn-extinguished star.

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