Faint gleams the evening radiance thro' the sky,The sober twilight dimly darkens round;In short quick circles the shrill bat flits by,And the slow vapour curls along the ground.Now the pleas'd eye from yon lone cottage seesOn the green mead the smoke long-shadowing play;The Red-breast on the blossom'd sprayWarbles wild her latest lay,And sleeps along the dale the silent breeze.Calm CONTEMPLATION,
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