AT EVENTIDE.
The day is done.
Soft as a dream the sunset fades and dies,
And silent stars amid the dusky skies
Shine one by one.
Soft as a dream the sunset fades and dies,
And silent stars amid the dusky skies
Shine one by one.
The shadows wait,
And climbing upward over spire and towers,
Seem drawing softly this dull earth of ours
To heaven's gate.
And climbing upward over spire and towers,
Seem drawing softly this dull earth of ours
To heaven's gate.
We wait the night
With no vain thought of darkness or of dread,
But dreams of peace for weary heart and head,
And slumbers light;
With no vain thought of darkness or of dread,
But dreams of peace for weary heart and head,
And slumbers light;
We wait, nor fear
The few short hours of silence and of gloom,
Before the eastern skies shall blush with bloom,
And morn be near.
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My God! my All!
When the dim hour draws near us, by Thy grace
The few short hours of silence and of gloom,
Before the eastern skies shall blush with bloom,
And morn be near.
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My God! my All!
When the dim hour draws near us, by Thy grace
