The evening sun was sinking down  
On low green hills and clustered trees
It was a scene as fair and lone
As ever felt the soothing breeze
That bends the grass when day is gone
And gives the wave a brighter blue
And makes the soft white clouds sail on    
Like spirits of eternal dew
Which all the morn had hovered o'er
The azure flowers where they were nursed
And now return to heaven once more
Where their bright glories shone at first.