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XVII. Evening.
“Phöbus eilet, nach der Reise.”—
Köpken.
Köpken.
Evening o'er the vales descending,
Fresh the wind from mountain blows;
And the stars, their influence lending,
Win the laborer to repose.
Night resumes her silent reign,—
Shadowy coolness soothes again!
Fresh the wind from mountain blows;
And the stars, their influence lending,
Win the laborer to repose.
Night resumes her silent reign,—
Shadowy coolness soothes again!
CHORUS.
Blessings on her gentle reign!
Coolness soothes our hearts again.
Coolness soothes our hearts again.
Dimly o'er the mountain fading,
Sunset glories die away.
Night, each hue of beauty shading,
Robes the earth in dun array.
But she brings us still repose,—
Soft our wearied eyelids close!
Sunset glories die away.
Night, each hue of beauty shading,
Robes the earth in dun array.
But she brings us still repose,—
Soft our wearied eyelids close!
CHORUS.
Grateful is her still repose,—
Pressed by sleep, our eyelids close!
Pressed by sleep, our eyelids close!
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