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When evening's primrose opes, to shed Soft fragrance round her grassy bed; When glow-worms in the wood-walk light Their lamp, to cheer the traveller's sight;

At that calm hour, so still, so pale, Awakes the lonely Nightingale; And from a hermitage of shade Fills with her voice the forest-glade;

And sweeter far that melting voice, Than all which through the day rejoice; And still shall bard and wanderer love The twilight music of the grove.

Father in Heaven! oh! thus when day With all its cares hath passed away, And silent hours waft peace on earth, And hush the louder strains of mirth;