Now my sun is in the west,

Slowly sinking down to rest

Ere it wholly fades from view,

One thing only I would do:

From my stories I would choose

Those 't would grieve me most to lose.

And would tell them once again

For the children who remain,

And for others, yet to be,

Whom on earth I may not see.

Here, within this volume small,

I have thought to write them all;

And to-day the work commence,

Trusting, ere God call me hence,

I may see the whole complete.

It will be a labour sweet,

Calling back, in sunset glow,

Happy hours of long ago.

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