Twilight

The birds were hushed into silence,

The clouds had sunk from sight,

And the great trees bowed to the summer breeze

That kissed the flowers good-night.

The stars came out in the cool still air,

From the mansions of the blest,

And softly, over the dim blue hills,

Night came to the world with rest.

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