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AS THE TENDER twilight covers in its fold of dusk-veil marks of
hurt and wastage from the dusty day's prostration, even so
let my great sorrow for thy loss. Beloved, spread one
perfect golden-tinted silence of its sadness o'er my life.
Let all its jagged fractures and distortions, all unmeaning
scattered scraps and wrecks and random ruins, merge in
vastness of some evening stilled with thy remembrance,
filled with endless harmony of pain and peace united.
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