How beautiful at eventide 
To see the twilight shadows pale, 
Steal o'er the landscape, far and wide, 
O'er stream and meadow, mound and dale! 

How soft is Nature's calm repose 
When ev'ning skies their cool dews weep: 
The gentlest wind more gently blows, 
As if to soothe her in her sleep! 

The gay morn breaks, 
Mists roll away, 
All Nature awakes 
To glorious day. 
In my breast alone 
Dark shadows remain; 
The peace it has known 
It can never regain.

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