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Old Age's Lambent Peaks.


The touch of flame—the illuminating fire—the loftiest look at  
O'er city, passion, sea—o'er prairie, mountain, wood—the earth  
The airy, different, changing hues of all, in falling twilight, Objects and groups, bearings, faces, reminiscences; The calmer sight—the golden setting, clear and broad: So much i' the atmosphere, the points of view, the situations  
 whence we scan,
Bro't out by them alone—so much (perhaps the best) unreck'd  
The lights indeed from them—old age's lambent peaks.
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