NOW THE SUN IS SINKING.

NOW the sun is sinking In the golden west; Birds and bees and children All have gone to rest; And the merry streamlet, As it runs along, With a voice of sweetness Sings its evening song. Cowslip, daisy, violet, In their little beds, All among the grasses, Hide their heavy heads; There they’ll all, sweet darlings! Lie in happy dreams Till the rosy morning Wakes them with its beams.