...finally the south rain comes in earnest, and in a night he is dead. THE DAY IS DONE. BY HW LOJfGJBLtOW. The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings...eagle in his flight. I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me That my soul cannot resist....

...Till at length in books recorded, They, like hoarded Household words, no more depart. THE DAY IS DONE. THE day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings...eagle in his flight. I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me, That my soul cannot resist...

...like hoarded Household words, DO more depart. THE DAY IS DONE. The day is done, and the darkness Fall from the wings of night, As a feather is wafted downward...eagle in his flight. I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me, That my soul cannot resist:...

...twilight pale Moves like a spectre in the dusky sky." " The day is done, and the darkness FallsTrom the wings of Night As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight." There is nothing very striking in the first, though it will bear study) tad close scrutiny only reveals...

...shall present for your consideration, than by the citation of the Proem to Mr. Longfellow's "Waif:" The day is done, and the darkness falls from the wings...Eagle in his flight. I see the lights of the village Gleam through The rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me, A feeling of sadness and...

...kindled by their ray, to guide our steps to the East again, where the dawn is :" — THE DAY IS DONE. The day Is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings...is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight. I sec the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist. And a feeling of sadness comes o'er...

...Till at length in books recorded, They, like hoarded Household words, no more depart. THE DAY IS DONE. THE day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings...eagle in his flight. I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me, That my soul cannot resist...

...in historic pages, Brighter grows and gleams immortal, Unconsumed by moth or rust. THE DAY IS DONE. THE day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings...eagle in his flight. I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me, That my soul cannot resist...

...of the work of Chauncey Hare Townshend — a work to be valued properly only in a day to come. CCL The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of night, As a feather U wafted downward From an eagle in its flight* The single feather here is imperfectly illustrative...

...citation of the Proem to Mr. Longfellow's "Waif:" The day is done, and the darkneea Falls from the wlnge of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an Eagle in hie flight. I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness...