The sweetest, and brightest, and best,
When the dear little children of every clime
Shall crowd to his arms and be blessed.
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Thy sun shall no more go down.
Isaiah 50:20.
At evening time, when day is done,
Life’s little day is near its close,
And all the glare and heat are gone,
And gentle dews foretell repose—