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"They gazed upon the sunset: 'tis an hour Dear unto all, but dearest to _their_ eyes, For it had made them what they were: the power Of love had first o'erwhelm'd them from such skies, When happiness had been their only dower, And twilight saw them link'd in passion's ties; Charm'd with each other, all things charm'd that brought The past still welcome as the present thought. * * * * * * *