Eventide (Fields)

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Eventide by James Thomas Fields

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From Poems (1849)

EVENTIDE.

WRITTEN IN THE COUNTRY.

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This cottage door, this gentle gale, Hay-scented, whispering round, Yon path-side rose, that down the vale Breathes incense from the ground,  Methinks should from the dullest clod  Invite a thankful heart to God. But, Lord, the violet, bending low, Seems better moved to praise; From us, what scanty blessings flow, How voiceless close our days:—  Father, forgive us, and the flowers  Shall lead in prayer the vesper hours.