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The Evening Wind Spirit that breathest through my lattice, thou That cool’st the twilight of the sultry day, Gratefully flows thy freshness round my brow; Thou hast been out upon the deep at play, Riding all day the wild blue waves till now, Roughening their... Poet: William Cullen Bryant	From "An Evening Revery" o thou great Movement of the Universe, Or Change, or Flight of Time—for ye are one! That bearest, silently, this visible scene Into night’s shadow and the streaming rays Of starlight, whither art thou bearing me? I feel the mighty current sweep me on,... Poet: William Cullen Bryant	Evening Softly now the light of day Fades upon my sight away; Free from care, from labor free, Lord, I would commune with Thee: Thou, whose all-pervading eye, Naught escapes, without, within, Pardon each infirmity, Open fault and secret sin... Poet: George Washington Doane	Evening Hymn Slowly by God’s hand unfurled, Down around the weary world Falls the darkness; oh, how still Is the working of Thy will! Mighty Maker! Here am I,— Work in me as silently, Veil the day’s distracting sights, Show me heaven’s eternal lights... Poet: William Henry Furness
Evening in Tyringham Valley What domes and pinnacles of mist and fire Are builded in yon spacious realms of light All silently, as did the walls aspire Templing the ark of God by day and night! Noiseless and swift, from darkening ridge to ridge, Through purple air that deepens... Poet: Richard Watson Gilder	Evening Songs I the birds have hid, the winds are low, The brake is awake, the grass aglow: The bat is the rover, No bee on the clover, The day is over, And evening come. The heavy beetle spreads her wings, The toad has the road, the cricket... Poet: John Vance Cheney	Child’s Evening Hymn Now the day is over, Night is drawing nigh, Shadows of the evening Steal across the sky. Now the darkness gathers, Stars begin to peep, Birds and beasts and flowers Soon will be asleep. Jesu, give the weary ... Poet: Sabine Baring-Gould	A Winter-Evening Hymn to My Fire O Thou of home the guardian Lar, And, when our earth hath wandered far Into the cold, and deep snow covers The walks of our New England lovers, Their sweet secluded evening-star! ’T was with thy rays the English Muse Ripened her mild domestic hues... Poet: James Russell Lowell
Evening From upland slopes I see the cows file by, Lowing, great-chested, down the homeward trail, By dusking fields and meadows shining pale With moon-tipped dandelions; flickering high, A peevish night-hawk in the western sky Beats up into the lucent... Poet: Archibald Lampman	To the Evening Star Star that bringest home the bee, And sett’st the weary laborer free! If any star shed peace, ’t is thou, That send’st it from above, Appearing when heaven’s breath and brow Are sweet as hers we love. Come to the luxuriant skies, ... Poet: Thomas Campbell