Poems (Botta)/Evening Hymn
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EVENING HYMN.
On the swift flying hours Another bright day,With its tears and its smiles, Has vanished away.Thou who dost number Our days as they flee,May each that departs Bear us nearer to thee!
On the wide sea of life Soon our barks will be tost,And the sweet ties that bind us Be broken and lost.Father in Heaven, Be our guide to that shore,Where night never cometh, Where partings are o’er.