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TWILIGHT ON THE RANGE
To soft subdue the wide wastes to its thrall, Palpatant, a purple haze enchanteth all; Silence, save the curlew's sad, insistent call, Or suddenly and sweet the mellow boom Of night hawks circling thro' the deepening gloom. |
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