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Show EVENING. ' f j Across tli Vy, at cvmlldri ' Wn drawn A roy curuln wMe, All lotlly.Raihercd to the V et. .Where oon Ihf sun would sink to rest. The hai!owUr;:lhtri'd, n s by one, And loner (tipped t lie ncti'rKiun Til), vrapptdjp fplds o( br.lant red, lie tank to rot upon hip bed, ., t The roiy color died away, tl And faded with the ctoilna day; ;( The little birdies cenied to sin?, ji ij And made a gentle twittering r As, fljlrg home to rocst ar.drest, 1 '. They souitht the shelter of the nest, And over hill, or.d Vale and dell,' t ' J , The peace of evening toftly ftlll 1 ' The flow era 'Rently foIdedVp$ .J J ' Their petals In a pretty cttpi The r.Ci:r.jt.duii m i&titp, jL Ai' Ittt t nr ifttar. tb peep " C.til fn'i..ir rrtw ;1. wtirliir. ;lu'..t . TIH ul. tn: m:lt into !rhi, " Ard Naturi'J 'thmtfon arftit, " ("ailed iolltly lor a Ott repoee, "Oh, huih!" the tller mohBbeams aald thrn litttnn. Ir. i.tinn .n.h li.d i run, peepinir in upon each ma Whtre lay Rllttla chlldlJhqrm. I -All (lutlifd with sleep and rosy warm, ' They whlipered, as wlih kUjtr light, They touched the tumbled curls: "Good night! Dream sweetly, little children dear; Uest on, sleep on! The Night It hsre!" . Constance M. Lowe, In Castell's Little Folks. !. ' i , ,.- r -J" |