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The sun is slowly sinking in the West;
The plough lies idle, and the weary team,
Cool’d with the freshness of the shallow stream,
Over the meadows hasten to their rest;
The breeze is hush’d, and no more turns the mill,
With its light sails upon yon rising crest;
Its busy music now awhile is still,
And not a sound heaves up from Nature’s breast;
The barks upon the river smoothly ride,
With sails all furl’d, and flags that listless fall,
Unrock’d, unshaken by the flowing tide;
The cattle lazy lie within the stall;
And thus the Time-stream on doth sweetly glide,
Bearing repose and slumber unto all.