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It is the hour of Evensong,

All nature joins her God to bless.

The stream glides quietly along

In peacefulness.

With gentle murmur of content

As o'er the dam the waters fall,

Reflecting on a day well spent

In serving all.

The patient herd in retrospect

Live over in contented mood

The hours past, nor feel neglect,

Nor aught but good.

With industry they cropped the sward

Nor realized their priceless worth;

A generous heart hath its reward

In giving forth.

The bee, that all the day hath sought

With busy haste her store of food,

Not for herself alone hath wrought

In solitude;

Unselfishness—the common weal—

The goal of human brotherhood

Hath she exemplified; her zeal

Scarce understood.

The human soul, akin to God,

That senses its beatitude,

Will choose the path the Master trod,

Nor shun the rood.

So shall the day wear to its close

Bringing a glow of joy and pride,

A welcome hour of blest repose

At eventide.