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Edith Nesbit - Evening Song
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WHEN all the weary flowers, 
    Worn out with sunlit hours, 
    Droop o`er the garden beds 
    Their little sleepy heads, 
The dewy dusk on quiet wings comes stealing; 
    And, as the night descends, 
    The shadows troop like friends 
                To bring them healing. 


    So, weary of the light 
    Of life too full and bright, 
    We long for night to fall 
    To wrap us from it all; 
Then death on dewy wings draws near and holds us, 
    And like a kind friend come 
    To children far from home, 
                With love enfolds us. 


    But when the night is done, 
    Fresh to the morning sun, 
    Their little faces yet 
    With night`s sweet dewdrops wet, 
The flowers awake to the new day`s new graces; 
    And we, ah! shall we too 
    Turn to the daydawn new 
                Our tear-wet faces?
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