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was a Sabbath evening In spring's most glorious time, When tree, and shrub, and early flower Were in their fragrant prime; And where the cloudless sun declined, A glow of light serene, A blessing on the world he left, Came floating o'er the scene.

Then from the verdant hedgerow A gentle descant stole, And with its tide of melody Dissolved the listening soul, The tenants of that leafy lodge, Each in its downy nest, Pour'd forth a fond and sweet "good-night" Before they sank to rest.

That tender parting carol! How wild it was, and deep, And then, with soft, harmonious close, It melted into sleep; Methought, in yonder land of praise, Which faith delights to view, True-hearted, peaceful worshippers, There might be room for you.