Moral Pieces, in Prose and Verse/Evening

by Lydia Sigourney

For works with similar titles, see Evening.

EVENING.

COOL evening's breath is calmly shed,
And o'er the earth, damp vapours spread,
Lost is her robe of infant green,
And clos'd the eye of day is seen.

But Oh, an eye that never sleeps,
Its silent watch o'er Israel keeps,
A tempered shield is o'er him spread,
An arm of love sustains his head,
A seraph voice is in his ear,
Sleep sweetly, for thy God is near.

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