Posted by Rachel (216.46.198.165) on June 08, 2001 at 20:53:41:
AT DUSK by J.W. Riley
A SOMETHING quiet and subdued
In all the faces that we meet;
A sense of rest, a solitude
O'er all the crowded street;
The very noises seem to be
Crude utterings of harmony,
And all we hear, and all we see,
Has in it something sweet.
Thoughts come to us as from a dream
Of some long-vanished yesterday;
The voices of the children seem
Like ours, when young as they;
The hand of Charity extends
To meet Misfortune's, where it blends,
Veiled by the dusk - and oh, my friends,
Would it were dusk alway!