Gave blessing to the little flowers,
As heralds of her fragrant hours.
AN EVENING SONG.
Rest, rest sweet hours of the day,
Your moments, filled with toil and play,
Have wandered far since morning’s sun,
But now their journeyings are done;
Rest, precious hours, bright and fair,
Let no rude touch of pain and care
Disturb your well-earned calm repose,