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day is past and gone; The woodman's axe lies free, and the
reaper's work is done: The twilight star to heaven, And the
cool soft evening hours. Come! come! come! Come to the sunset
tree, The day is past and gone, The woodman's axe lies
rosy crown, Flora's richest treasure, Take, oh take the