“At the close of the day when the hamlet is still,
And mortals the sweets of forgetfulness prove,
When naught but the torrent is heard on the hill,
And naught but the nightingale’s song in the grove.”

—  James Beattie

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Scottish poet, moralist and philosopher 1735–1803

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