O Winter! ruler of the inverted year, . . . . I crown thee king of intimate delights, Fireside enjoyments, home-born happiness, And all the comforts that the lowly roof Of undisturb'd Retirement, and the hours Of long uninterrupted evening, know.
On a lone winter evening, when the frost Has wrought a silence.
Be thou the rainbow to the storms of life! The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, And tints to-morrow with prophetic ray!
Man goeth forth unto his work and to his labour until the evening.
The world gels better every day--then worse again in the evening.