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Excerpt from The St. Joseph's Collegian, Vol. 8: February 1902 The night is rushing from her dismal throne And presses from her heart a doleful moan; The stars are sinking to the ocean's deep, The nightingale wakes men from pleasant sleep. Aurora opens with her rosy hands The golden, shining gates, where waiting stands The fiery steed of morn, and all his train; He longs to see the earth and men again The gates dividing far, on hinges grate Morn galops forth - no longer he can wait. His face is beaming on the waking earth; He fills all creatures with his choicest mirth. He sends his looks on countries far and wide On rill and plain, on sea and mountain-side. And while he looks upon the youthful world, A dreadful panorama is unfurled. In the greensward near an altar-stone, There lies a corpse - the first of dead - alone. The dew-drops grace like diamonds crystalline The pallid brow. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.