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.
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James Whitcomb Riley
James Whitcomb Riley (October 7, 1849 – July 22, 1916) was an American writer, poet, and best-selling author. During his lifetime he was known a…
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