Welcome sweet eve thy gently sloping sky
And softly whispering wind that breathes of rest
And clouds unlike what daylight galloped bye
Now stopt as weary huddling in the West
Each by the farewell of day's closing eye
Left with the smiles of heaven on its breast
Meek nurse of wearing how sweet to meet
Thy soothing tenderness to none denied
To hear thy whispering voice—ah heavenly sweet
Musing and listening by thy gentle side
Lost to life's cares thy coloured skies to view
Picturing of pleasant worlds unknown to care
And when our bark the rough sea flounders through
Warming in hopes its end shall harbour there
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