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evening hour! thy gale is balm, And fragrant are thy pearly dews; Thine is the mild and genial calm, Belov'd by zephyr and the muse.

With fading smile the rosy day, Now lingers in the radiant west; The breezes o'er the water play, The summer waves are lull'd to rest.

I love to mark the glowing skies, Reflected in the glassy deep; To watch the star of evening rise, When all the ocean seems to sleep.

But see! the twilight mantle gray, O'er all the fading view is spread; The glowing skies are pass'd away, The bright and purple clouds are fled.

While memory loves unseen to mourn, Alone to shed the sacred tear; Still to the muse thy blest return, Oh! pensive twilight, shall be dear.