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Eventide And some see only a golden sky

Where the elms their welcoming arms stretch wide

To the calling rooks, as they homeward fly

At the eventide.

It speaks of peace that comes after strife,

Of the rest He sends to the hearts He tried,

Of the calm that follows the stormiest life—

God's eventide. [35]