How dear to me the hour when daylight dies,
And sunbeams melt along the silent sea,
For then sweet dreams of other days arise,
And memory breathes her vesper sigh to thee.
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(How Dear To Me The Hour - Poem by Thomas Moore.) **A somber tone. Like every one else who thinks of the hereafter, and of their final days at some point in this life.
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(How Dear To Me The Hour - Poem by Thomas Moore.) **A somber tone. Like every one else who thinks of the hereafter, and of their final days at some point in this life.