Twilight's soft dews steal o'er the village-green, With magic tints to harmonize the scene. Stilled is the hum that through the hamlet broke When round the ruins of their ancient oak The peasants flocked to hear the minstrel play, And games and carols closed the busy day.

The Pleasures of Memory. [By S. R., I.e. S. Rogers.] The Fifth Edition with Some Other Poems (ed. 1793)