  I sat on the bank of a river, Watching the setting sun; Listening to the songs of merry birds, Thinking of a day’s work done. Slowly the sun was hiding, Far in the golden West; The birds will soon cease their singing, And go to their little nests. Ah, nature so lovely at twilight, The flowers receiving the dew; The katydids among the leaves are calling, The songs of the birds ever new. A few little stars are now peeping, Soon they will be twinkling so bright; And shooting across the sky of blue, Giving a little light. In a while the moon will be rising, In its beauty it will brightly beam; Then lovers will start their spooning, And time will pass like a dream. O God the Father of nature, The Creator of beast and man; Help us to love each other, And lend a helping hand. O help us to be more thankful, For the blessings we receive each day; To love and serve Thee with patience, And not to forget to pray. |
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