And all things bright and fair are Thine.

Thomas Moore.

Ah, how soon

The shades of twilight follow hazy noon,

Short’ning the busy day!—day that slides by

Amidst th’ unfinish’d toils of husbandry;

Toils still each morn resumed with double care,

To meet the icy terrors of the year;

To meet the threats of Boreas undismay’d,

And Winter’s gathering frowns and hoary head.