The sad and solemn night hath yet her multitude of cheerful fires;The glorious host of light walk the dark hemisphere till she retires;All through her silent watches, gliding slow,Her constellations...

The sad and solemn night hath yet her multitude of cheerful fires;The glorious host of light walk the dark hemisphere till she retires;All through her silent watches, gliding slow,Her constellations come, and climb the heavens, and go.
William Cullen Bryant

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Glorious are the woods in their latest gold and crimson,Yet our full-leaved willows are in the freshest green.Such a kindly autumn, so mercifully dealingWith the growths of summer, I never yet have seen.
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All that tread, the globe are but a handful to the tribes, that slumber in its bosom.
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The sad and solemn night hath yet her multitude of cheerful fires;The glorious host of light walk the dark hemisphere till she retires;All through her silent watches, gliding slow,Her constellations come, and climb the heavens, and go. William Cullen Bryant

The sad and solemn night hath yet her multitude of cheerful fires;The glorious host of light walk the dark hemisphere till she retires;All through her silent watches, gliding slow,Her constellations come, and climb the heavens, and go.
William Cullen Bryant