Night in the woods, -- night:
  Peace, peace on the plain.
  The last red sunset beam
  Belts the tall beech with gold;
  The quiet kine are in the fold,
And stilly flows the stream.
  Soon shall we see the stars again,
  For one more day down to its rest has lain,
And all its cares have taken flight,
  And all its doubt and pain.
Night in the woods,  ... 
  Peace, peace on the plain.