When the lids of dusk are falling
O’er the dreamy eyes of day,
And the whippoorwills are calling,
And the lesson laid away,–
May Mem’ry soft and tender
As the prelude of the night,
Bend over you and render
As tranquil a delight.
(James Whitcomb Riley)
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