It is the silent hour when they who roam
Seek shelter on the earth or oceans breast
It is the hour when travel finds a home
On deserts or within the cot to rest
It is the hour when joy & grief are blest
& Nature finds repose where’er she roves
It is the hour that lovers like the best
When in the twilight shades or darker groves
The maiden wanders with the swain she loves
The balmy hour when fond hearts fondly meet
The hour when dew like welcome rest descends
On wild flowers shedding forth their odours sweet
The hour when sleep lays foes as quiet friends
The hour when labours toilworn journey ends
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