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EVENING.

Oh! soothing hour, when glowing day,
    Low in the western wave declines,
And village murmurs die away,
    And bright the vesper planet shines;

I love to hear the gale of Even
    Breathing along the new-leaf'd copse,
And feel the freshening dew of Heaven,
    Fall silently in limpid drops.