^he Jewels of SNjght.
The fires that glow at break of day,
Pale in the noon-day air ; When Evening gleams have passed away,
How shall the Night be fair? What gems are fit for Night's array To light her raven hair?
And Evening wore her jewels bright,
Across the sky displayed Clear amber drops and ruby light, And showers of golden braid,a "Now choose," said she, "my sister Night,
Before the glories fade/*
The sunset gleam had scarcely sped
From out the Western skya Night took the veil that wrapped her head
And spread it out on high ; 'The diamond stars are mine/' she said, "No other gems need I."
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