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EVENING.
I.
Out of the crystal Gates of Heaven,Now comes the pensive blue-eyed Even,
Weeping like Eve, when first forgiven
In penitence, from Eden driven.
II.
Down in the acromatic streams,Meeting the luminiferous beams
With which the air forever teems,
The golden mail of minnows gleams.
III.
Up from the blade-embattled banksOf the cool stream, the deer, in ranks,
Are going now to give God thanks,
By playing on the hills their pranks.
IV.
Over the Pastures green the lambsGo bleating round their snowy dams—
Drawing sweet comfort from the calms
Along the hillside by the rams.
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V.
The Ring-dove coos her woodnotes wild,As artless as an innocent child—
Drawing her bliss from undefiled
Connubial truth in meekness mild.
VI.
The budding Lily yields her heartThe Summer Sun now to dispart,
A saintly virgin void of art,
Joy to all Nature to impart.
VII.
Impearled in drops of beaded dew,The Violet opes her eye of blue,
The pensive Nun in Heaven to view,
So early crescent, born anew.
VIII.
Out of the red heart of the roseA liquid honey softly flows—
The Atter-gul made as she grows—
Condensed in nectar as she blows.
IX.
The white Swans, in the rustling Reeds,Clamor with joy, as in the weeds
The matron builds the nest she needs,
While her mute mate around her feeds.
X.
The Red-Bird, with his coral crest,Carols aloud from out his breast,
While nigh, his mate, supremely blest,
Among the branches, builds her nest.
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