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at eventide.
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At Eventide.
  At Eventide—
Fond Memory's gates I open wide
And let my fancies backward roam
Away to childhood's happy home,
And kneel again at mother's side
To say my prayers at Eventide.

  At Eventide—
When the shadows are creeping over the tide,
My thoughts rush forth to a distant shore,
To the lov'd ones, I shall see no more—
Dear heaven! to think great seas divide
Parents and children at Eventide.

  At Eventide—
My heart goes out to the "true and tried"—
Friends whose faces have never worn
Look of anger, or smile of scorn,
Friends who have never like Judas, lied,
Then kissed me in the Eventide.

  At Eventide-
Ghosts of dead hopes steal to my side,
And I look back with tear-wet eyes
To youth's lost opportunities—
Those "might have beens" of morning tide;
Impossibles at Eventide.