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COOL evening's breath is calmly shed, And o'er the earth, damp vapours spread, Lost is her robe of infant green, And clos'd the eye of day is seen.

But Oh, an eye that never sleeps, Its silent watch o'er Israel keeps, A tempered shield is o'er him spread, An arm of love sustains his head, A seraph voice is in his ear, Sleep sweetly, for thy God is near.

 

ONCE came a friend, whose cheek was wet with tears, And gave this message to the Stoic's ears: 