McGuffey Reader and Poetry Story 23

STORY XXIII – SUNSET

SUNSET

Now the sun is sinking,
In the golden west;
Birds and bees and children,
All have gone to rest;
And the merry streamlet
As it runs along,
With a voice of sweetness
Sings its evening song.

Cowslip, daisy, violet
In their little beds
All among the grasses,
Hide their heavy heads;
There they’ll all, sweet darlings,
Lie in happy dreams,
Till the rosy morning
Wakes them with its beams.

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