From far on yon horizon comes the dull gleam of the sun;
The multicolored masterpiece of evening skies is done.
The sun has donned its silken robe of rosy-colored light,
Now sinks beyond the verdure-covered mountain and --- 'tis night.

The star of twilight twinkles gay above the snow-clad peak
And is reflected in the waters of a whispering creek.
Now one by one the twinkling evening stars cast forth their light,
And rising from the east the moon-god mystifies the night.

For night has come, and lights appear across the darkened plane.
The hushed world sleeps 'till rising sun shall guild the weather vane,
Till morning skies shall dominate the face of all with light
And men arise to greet the day: So till then, all, good night.


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