As the warm hues of evening fade to dun;
And the still twilight hour comes softly down,
Like blessed, eyelids, for the day's repose.
And thus our day!—The heavy clouds rolled past,
The dark eclipse of doubt and fear is o'er;
The tides of life flow calmly as before,
And love's pure tranquil moon shines clear at last.
Oh, may this hour of beauty and of rest
Bring peace undreaming to thy troubled breast.