An Evening Communion
The large first stars come outAbove the open hill,And in the west the lightIs lingering still.The wide and tranquil airOf evening washes coolOn open hill, and vale,And shining pool.The calm of endless timeIs in the spacious hour,Whose mystery unfoldsTo perfect flower.The silence and my heartExpect a voice I know,—A voice we have not heardSince long ago.Since long ago thy face,Thy smile, I may not see,True comrade, whom the veilDivides from me.But when earth’s hidden wordI almost understand,I dream that on my lipsI feel thy hand.Thy presence is the lightUpon the open hill.Thou walkest with me here,True comrade still.My pain and my unrestThou tak’st into thy care.The world becomes a dream,And life a prayer.
The large first stars come outAbove the open hill,And in the west the lightIs lingering still.The wide and tranquil airOf evening washes coolOn open hill, and vale,And shining pool.The calm of endless timeIs in the spacious hour,Whose mystery unfoldsTo perfect flower.The silence and my heartExpect a voice I know,—A voice we have not heardSince long ago.Since long ago thy face,Thy smile, I may not see,True comrade, whom the veilDivides from me.But when earth’s hidden wordI almost understand,I dream that on my lipsI feel thy hand.Thy presence is the lightUpon the open hill.Thou walkest with me here,True comrade still.My pain and my unrestThou tak’st into thy care.The world becomes a dream,And life a prayer.
The large first stars come outAbove the open hill,And in the west the lightIs lingering still.
The large first stars come out
Above the open hill,
And in the west the light
Is lingering still.
The wide and tranquil airOf evening washes coolOn open hill, and vale,And shining pool.
The wide and tranquil air
Of evening washes cool
On open hill, and vale,
And shining pool.
The calm of endless timeIs in the spacious hour,Whose mystery unfoldsTo perfect flower.
The calm of endless time
Is in the spacious hour,
Whose mystery unfolds
To perfect flower.
The silence and my heartExpect a voice I know,—A voice we have not heardSince long ago.
The silence and my heart
Expect a voice I know,—
A voice we have not heard
Since long ago.
Since long ago thy face,Thy smile, I may not see,True comrade, whom the veilDivides from me.
Since long ago thy face,
Thy smile, I may not see,
True comrade, whom the veil
Divides from me.
But when earth’s hidden wordI almost understand,I dream that on my lipsI feel thy hand.
But when earth’s hidden word
I almost understand,
I dream that on my lips
I feel thy hand.
Thy presence is the lightUpon the open hill.Thou walkest with me here,True comrade still.
Thy presence is the light
Upon the open hill.
Thou walkest with me here,
True comrade still.
My pain and my unrestThou tak’st into thy care.The world becomes a dream,And life a prayer.
My pain and my unrest
Thou tak’st into thy care.
The world becomes a dream,
And life a prayer.