For The Tribune.

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SUNSET THOUGHTS.

BY STEPHEN B. DEAN.
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BY STEPHEN B. DEAN.
Lo! in the gorgeous West


In gold and purple there
Behold His seal impressed


Who shineth every where;
Who coloreth the meek-eyed flowers
Which blush in low humility;
Who pain,s sublime, Hisbow midst showers
And radiance gives iohnity.
Oh. from such glorious skies


At the fearful hour of even,
VIII ,rustful wishes rise


Of soaring up 70 Heaven.
Now Hope-fedgcd Spirit plumes its wing; F;
Escaping from its earthly load,
1t heaven-ward longing glances filings
And family chants seraph- Ode
Bright in those dazzling piles.
Those clouds Of jewel hues,
Sees marshallea radiant files,
Hosts there the Spirit views:-
Lo! Angels bright, with harps, and palms
Bless'd hymnipg bands-a choral throng
SWeii anthems sweet, ano Aio'S PSd4iiis'
With harp-tohcs rich, and Chelub'sSeng.
Oh mournfnl!y returns


The Spirit-wrapt TO Earth;
And sighingly he spurns


It's scenes as little worth;
Where want and pain aud care and hate
With strife and toll and grief and tears
Enough to make Earth desolate-
Fill Life's dark dream, ofhopes and fears.
ew-York, Aug. 25