One lonely hour

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Photo by Richard Fogg

 

When insect wings are glistening in the beam

Of the low sun, and mountain-tops are bright,

Oh, let me, by the crystal valley-stream,

Wander amid the mild and mellow light;

And while the redbreast pipes his evening lay,

Give me one lonely hour to hymn the setting day.

~ William Cullen Bryant.