"Softly the evening came /with the sunset/."
"O little feet! that such long years Must wander on through hopes and fears, Must ache and bleed beneath your load; I, nearer to the wayside inn Where toil shall cease and rest begin, Am weary, thinking of your road!"
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Source: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1864). “Tales of a Wayside Inn”, p.224
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