When the orange sun lies low,
When the
city sleeps below,
When no
twinkling lights are found,
When not
one creature makes a sound,
When
finally comes the end of the day,
When the
evening glides away,
When the
sun leaves not a mark,
When the
night pulls in the dark,
When from
the corner of the sky,
In drifts
a pearly eye,
When the
silver moon appears,
When over
her starry blanket she peers,
When her
bright light shines down,
Spreading
over every village and town,
