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 "title": "Sunset",
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 "poet": "Mary Weston Fordham",
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 "language": "en",
 "book": "Magnolia Leaves",
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 "sequence": 42,
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  "year": 1897,
  "venue": "Magnolia Leaves (1897)",
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    "text": "All hail! thou gorgeous sunset,",
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    "text": "With thy gold and purple clouds,",
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    "text": "Tinting the vast horizon,",
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    "text": "Like shadowy, fleecy shrouds.",
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   {
    "text": "The mountain crests are glowing,",
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   {
    "text": "The hills are crimson dyed,",
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   {
    "text": "The very air seems blushing,",
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    "text": "Bathed in thy amber tide.",
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   {
    "text": "Soon the twilight shadows falling",
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   {
    "text": "Will thy glory chase away,",
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   {
    "text": "And weary man will welcome",
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   {
    "text": "The closing of the day.",
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    "text": "Then the moon in silvery brightness,",
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    "text": "Will show her pale, sad face;",
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    "text": "And the stars as her attendants,",
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    "text": "Will stud infinite space.",
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    "text": "Low down amid the valley",
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   {
    "text": "Soon we’ll hear the night-bird’s song,",
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   {
    "text": "Calling softly to the south wind,",
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    "text": "That the day of toil is done.",
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    "text": "Then hail! thou glorious sunset,",
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    "text": "Who in fullness can portray",
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   {
    "text": "The varied, wondrous beauty",
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    "text": "Of a summer’s sunset day.",
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