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Below them in the twilight the quiet village lies, / And warm within its holding, the old folks and the wise, / But here within the open fields the paths of Eden show, / And, hand in hand, across them the little lovers go.
Below them in the village are peaceful folk and still, / They gossip of old yesterdays, of merry times or ill. / But here beyond the twilight stray two who only see / The promise of to-morrow -- the dawn that is to be.
Below them in the village the quiet hearth-flames glow, / With friendly word and greeting the neighbours come and go, / But here the silence folds them together, each to each, / And lights within the mating eyes the dream beyond their speech.
Below them in the village stay honest toil and truth, -- / They rest there who adventured the road of love and youth. / Smile out, old hearts, when once again two take the path you know, / And, hand in hand, at twilight the little lovers go.