. Rhymes of the stream and forest. 55 CxV^-^ ^^ ;i^^ H)^^ >M\ V At Evening A few short hours and dayhght vanishes,The hush of evening falls and night is come. A few fair days, and Summer languishes,The Autumn passes and the fields grow dun. A few glad years of life and love and sorrow,The twilight gathers and we stand alone. Friendships circle broken as we wait the for the call that bids us home. 56. ^

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