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See, tho evening shadows Gathering all around, And the toil worn labourer Trudging homeward bound ; Sounds of merry voices Faintly die away, Earth no more rejoices In the light of day On the downv pillow Wearv heads are press'd, Wooing peaceful slumber — 'Tis the bour of rest ! See, tbe distant landscape Fading from the sight, All its beautie^ shrouded In the veil of night ; Flow'rets close their petals Birds no longer sing, And the little insect Rests its weary wing ; See the moon's pale lustre, Gleaming from the west, And the stars proelaiming 'Tis the hour of rest ! Now the gentle breezes, Sighing as they float Through the waving forest, Sing their dying note ; And the leafy branches Bendinglowly thc ro, Join thc st.ill devqtion, Nature's evening prayer ; E're the surging billow.i Cairn their troubled breast ; All is solemn silence, 'Tis tlie hour of rest !
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Tauranga Argus and Opotiki Reporter, Volume 1, Issue 22, 20 April 1867, Page 2
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153THE HOUR OF REST. Tauranga Argus and Opotiki Reporter, Volume 1, Issue 22, 20 April 1867, Page 2
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