An Idyl

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Excerpt from An Idyl: Some Sermons and a Song Alexis and Mercedes Deep in the tangled growth of world-old oaks, Where twigs, that ages erst untrodden lay, Crackled and smote his soul with lonesome songs, Beside a spring, that rippled praise to God The third mom of the universes birth. Nor ever yet had broke thanksgivings hymn, Alexis watched the twilight streak the west. And raise red riot in a leaden sky With arrow beams of an uneasy sun Just setting on the hermits thirtieth year. There is a melancholy in the death Of each departing day, that presses light The myriad hearts of men, for that they see. Or think they see, at eve the morrows east Dance with the splendor of the risen king, Who slept against the night. Not so the sick. Who scarce can hope five heavy breaths to draw. These dread the dark, impatient cry the dawn. To travel to the land of mystery, Their path lit by the lamp God set in Heaven. For death, like other beasts men reckon foes, About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully, any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.