Raymond MacDonald

Then softly sinks the summer sun

When all the chores of day are done

And, in the darkness, leaves behind

A strange impression on the mind:

A medley mixed of joy and grief,

A song of sorrow and relief.

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Of sorrow that another day

In one's short life has gone its way, 

Of joy and tasks achieved in pride,

Of sorrow in the hopes that died

When, like the day, some end their duty,

They, too, somehow, depart in beauty.

     ~ Wiggins

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