Then softly sinks the summer sun
When all the chores of day are done
And, in the darkness, leaves behind
A strange impression on the mind:
A medley mixed of joy and grief,
A song of sorrow and relief.
Of sorrow that another day
In one's short life has gone its way,
Of joy and tasks achieved in pride,
Of sorrow in the hopes that died
When, like the day, some end their duty,
They, too, somehow, depart in beauty.