EVENING HYMN.

To all that I love, good-night, good-night!
For I know, by the day's departing light,
That I must away to sleep;

On my pillow, I'll lay me down to rest,
For the sun has hidden himself in the west,
The stars are beginning to peep.

And now I will kneel by the side of my bed,
And clasp my hands, and bow my head,
And remember that God is near;

For the child that earnestly loves to pray,

And seek for his care, at the close of the day,

He is ever ready to hear.

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EVENING HYMN.

I'll ask his forgiveness for all I have done,

That was sinful and wrong, since the rising sun, And pray to be guided aright.

I will ask him to bless me, and all I hold dear, And beseech him my simple prayer to hear,

And then close my eyes for the night.

THE SUNSET.

'Twas sunset, and a summer's night; The evening sky was gay and bright, Clouds of all forms and colors were Sailing and shining through the air. And many a child's delighted eye Was fixed upon that evening sky, Wondering if angels bright and fair, Dwelt not amid the glories there.

Helen and Kate were standing near A river's brink; the waters clear Were calm, and on its bosom laid The sunset scene without a shade. Helen and Kate were wild with glee, These colors at their feet to see;

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THE SUNSET.

They gambolled round their charmed mother,

They called loud for their baby brother,
They wanted all they ever loved,

To see these bright clouds rest unmoved
So quietly upon the river,'

A sight to be remembered ever.

A bark was heard, and then a bound,
The children turned their faces round,
And there was Brutus, on the run,
In search of frolic and of fun.

He was a black and handsome creature,
And noble, both in form and feature ;
He rushed amid the quiet clouds,
Unheeding Kitty's warning words.
He was her favorite and her pet,
She did not wish him to get wet.
But he had no such fears in view,
He loved to swim and frolic too;
He liked to plash the waters round,
And listen to their cooling sound;

He made the clouds to change their places,
He dashed them in a thousand pieces,

THE SUNSET.

And seemed delighted with his play,
Chasing the radiant scene away.

Nor he alone, for evening made

Them gently darken with her shade;

How soon all bright things always fade!

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