OBSERVATION
,
On
an
EVENING
.
Sweet
and
refreshing
are
the
dews
,
That
deck
the
ev'ning
shade
;
Sweet
are
the
winds
that
sweep
the
plains
,
And
whisper
through
the
glade
.
We
faint
beneath
the
sultry
sun
,
But
when
the
day
is
o'er
,
We
gladly
meet
the
ev'ning
shade
,
And
think
of
toil
no
more
.