Told in the twilight

Chapter 24: THE END.

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A compact assortment of short lyrical poems aimed at children, presenting twilight moods, daydreams, and gentle moral observations. Imaginative vignettes mix whimsy and instruction: seaside fantasies populated by talking sea-creatures, street and river scenes that note poverty and longing, and tender encounters with swallows, lambs, cats, and other animals. Several pieces meditate on dreams, memory, and consolation, while others offer playful moral lessons about prudence, gratitude, and kindness, combining simple imagery with reflective, quietly didactic tones.

THE END.

The old milestone is reached at last,

And night will be upon us soon;

The western light is changing fast,

And slowly climbs the crescent moon.

The path that we have trod erewhile

Stretches behind us, growing gray,

And here we stand beside the stile

That ends our journey for to-day.

Our twilight talks have gone so fast,

Like all things glad, it so must be;

The old milestone is reached at last,

That means good-bye for you and me.

But we will have no mournful chimes,

Sweet children, no, we shall not part;

For while you listen to my rhymes,

You cannot ever leave my heart!