The evening sun was sinking down

The evening sun was sinking down

On low green hills and clustered trees

It was a scene as fair and lone

As ever felt the soothing breeze

That bends the grass when day is gone

And gives the wave a brighter blue

And makes the soft white clouds sail on

Like spirits of eternal dew

Which all the morn had hovered o'er

The azure flowers where they were nursed

And now return to heaven once more

Where their bright glories shone at first.