The Day Is Fading From The Sky, And Softly Shines The Star Of Even, As Watching With A Lover'S Eye The Rest Of Earth The Peace Of Heaven; The Dew Is Rising Cool And Sweet, And, Zephyr-Rock'D, The Flowers Are Closing, The Night Steals On With Noiseless Feet, Oh! Gentle Be My Love'S Reposing. The Streamlet, As It Flows Along, Sounds Like A Voice 'Mid Childhood'S Slumbers; And From The Brake The Queen Of Song Pours Forth Her Softest, Clearest Numbers; And Ever Through The Stirless Leaves The Summer Moon Is Brightly Streaming, Light Fancies On The Sward It Weaves,-- As Radiant Be My Lady'S Dreaming. The Silent Hours Move Swiftly On, With Many A Blessed Vision Laden, That All The Night Has Softly Shone Upon The Hearts Of Youth And Maiden; And Now, In Golden Splendors Drest, The New-Born Day Is Gladly Breaking, Oh! Blissful Be My Lady'S Rest, And Sweet As Morn Be Her Awaking.