EYELM^ONGt • 
'IP HE daylight fails : across the river's reach 
Faintly the village bells sound on the breeze; 
The rippling waves come singing to the beach 
And stir the reeds to soft antiphonies. 
Joy lingers^ though the darkling night be near, 
Though airs grow chill and birds be in their 
nests ; 
Lulled by the cricket's quiet note of cheer 
And frogs' shrill chorusing, the tired world rests. 
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