Twilight sends off the parting day,
Like a man's hair turning grey,
Sets in to kiss the dark hours,
And from Heaven peace showers,
To weary souls all wrought,
With slogs that the day has wrought.
Like a man's hair turning grey,
Sets in to kiss the dark hours,
And from Heaven peace showers,
To weary souls all wrought,
With slogs that the day has wrought.
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