By A. ST. J. A.
I saw the sun sink slowly in the west,Painting the cloudless skies with liquid gold;I saw the angel of the night unfoldHis dewy wings, and lowly o’er his breastBow down his head in meek humility,As one who works his Master’s wise behest.I saw the moon in radiant garb upriseAnd sail majestic o’er the tranquil skies,Like some bright vessel on a waveless sea.And as I gazed, a sense of perfect restStole o’er me, and the sorrows that infestThe life of all no longer burdened me,But, with the light, fled peacefully away.Ceased had the plaintive carol of the thrush,And stillness brooded over everything,As if the dark-robed angel had unfurledHis ebon pinions and, from off his wing,Shook silence down upon a sleeping world;Or the last sigh of the departing day,Borne through the trees in one long-whispered “Hush!”Had breathed o’er all a spirit of repose.So may life’s sun, which at the dawn uproseResplendent in its ever-growing light,In peaceful glory sink at evening’s closeBeyond the margin of death’s silent sea,And the grey shadows of that wondrous night,Which ends in day eternal, fall on me.
I saw the sun sink slowly in the west,Painting the cloudless skies with liquid gold;I saw the angel of the night unfoldHis dewy wings, and lowly o’er his breastBow down his head in meek humility,As one who works his Master’s wise behest.I saw the moon in radiant garb upriseAnd sail majestic o’er the tranquil skies,Like some bright vessel on a waveless sea.And as I gazed, a sense of perfect restStole o’er me, and the sorrows that infestThe life of all no longer burdened me,But, with the light, fled peacefully away.Ceased had the plaintive carol of the thrush,And stillness brooded over everything,As if the dark-robed angel had unfurledHis ebon pinions and, from off his wing,Shook silence down upon a sleeping world;Or the last sigh of the departing day,Borne through the trees in one long-whispered “Hush!”Had breathed o’er all a spirit of repose.So may life’s sun, which at the dawn uproseResplendent in its ever-growing light,In peaceful glory sink at evening’s closeBeyond the margin of death’s silent sea,And the grey shadows of that wondrous night,Which ends in day eternal, fall on me.
I saw the sun sink slowly in the west,Painting the cloudless skies with liquid gold;I saw the angel of the night unfoldHis dewy wings, and lowly o’er his breastBow down his head in meek humility,As one who works his Master’s wise behest.I saw the moon in radiant garb upriseAnd sail majestic o’er the tranquil skies,Like some bright vessel on a waveless sea.And as I gazed, a sense of perfect restStole o’er me, and the sorrows that infestThe life of all no longer burdened me,But, with the light, fled peacefully away.
I saw the sun sink slowly in the west,
Painting the cloudless skies with liquid gold;
I saw the angel of the night unfold
His dewy wings, and lowly o’er his breast
Bow down his head in meek humility,
As one who works his Master’s wise behest.
I saw the moon in radiant garb uprise
And sail majestic o’er the tranquil skies,
Like some bright vessel on a waveless sea.
And as I gazed, a sense of perfect rest
Stole o’er me, and the sorrows that infest
The life of all no longer burdened me,
But, with the light, fled peacefully away.
Ceased had the plaintive carol of the thrush,And stillness brooded over everything,As if the dark-robed angel had unfurledHis ebon pinions and, from off his wing,Shook silence down upon a sleeping world;Or the last sigh of the departing day,Borne through the trees in one long-whispered “Hush!”Had breathed o’er all a spirit of repose.
Ceased had the plaintive carol of the thrush,
And stillness brooded over everything,
As if the dark-robed angel had unfurled
His ebon pinions and, from off his wing,
Shook silence down upon a sleeping world;
Or the last sigh of the departing day,
Borne through the trees in one long-whispered “Hush!”
Had breathed o’er all a spirit of repose.
So may life’s sun, which at the dawn uproseResplendent in its ever-growing light,In peaceful glory sink at evening’s closeBeyond the margin of death’s silent sea,And the grey shadows of that wondrous night,Which ends in day eternal, fall on me.
So may life’s sun, which at the dawn uprose
Resplendent in its ever-growing light,
In peaceful glory sink at evening’s close
Beyond the margin of death’s silent sea,
And the grey shadows of that wondrous night,
Which ends in day eternal, fall on me.