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The sun descending in the west, The evening star does shine, The birds are silent in their nest, And I must seek for mine, The moon like a flower, In heavens high bower; With silent delight, Sits and smiles on the night.

Farewell green fields and happy groves, Where flocks have took delight; Where lambs have nibbled, silent moves The feet of angels bright; Unseen they pour blesing, And joy without ceasing, On each bud and blosom, And each sleeping bosom.

They look in every thoughtles nest, Where birds are covered warm; They visit caves of every beast, To keep them all from harm; If they see any weeping, That should have been sleeping, They pour sleep on their head And sit down by their bed.