When the lids of dusk are falling
O'er the dreamy eyes of day,
And the whippoorwills are calling,
And the lesson laid away,--
May Mem'ry soft and tender
As the prelude of the night,
Bend over you and render
As tranquil a delight.
More verses by James Whitcomb Riley
- The Same Old Story
- When Age Comes On
- To The Judge
- We Are Not Always Glad When We Smile
- James Whitcomb Riley