Letras
The sun descending in the west, / The evening star does shine, / The birds are silent in their nest, / And I must seek for mine, / The moon like a flower, / In heavens high bower; / With silent delight, / Sits and smiles on the night. // Farewell green fields and happy groves, / Where flocks have took delight; / Where lambs have nibbled, silent moves / The feet of angels bright; / Unseen they pour blessing, / And joy without ceasing, / On each bud and blossom, / And each sleeping bosom. // They look in every thoughtless nest, / Where birds are coverd warm; // When wolves and tygers howl for prey / They pitying stand and weep.
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