THOUGHTS AT DUSK.
It is just in the dusk of the twilight, Just at the ending of day,That quiet time called the gloaming, Our tired minds and thoughts strayFar from life's cares and its shadows, As our burdens seem fading from sight;For we know that another day cometh, A day when all shall see light.Yet the day seems long in coming, As the clouds still darker grow,How shall we hear the message? How "see" and the real truth know?Wishing, hoping, longing, Waiting for the dayWhen the angel shall come from Heaven. To bear my soul away;But I know that each day later Is one day nearer the Goal,I shall find There the rest I seek, Peace for the weary soul.
A PRAYER.
I am alone,And yet, I knowThat God is nigh;O! send Thy blessingDown, Most Holy,From on High!When troubles come.We say of prayer:"Of what avail?"Yet Thou art nearWhen woes assail.Oh, teach the way O Lord!This stubborn heart subdue.Show me Thy grace, O Lord!Teach me anew;I grope so blindly, Lord,Vet long for Thee,So often hear Thee say:"Come unto Me!"
FORBODINGS.
"There was no music but his voice to hear, No joy but such as with his step draws near;Light was but where he looked, life where he moved: Silently, fervently, thus, thus I loved."—Hemans.
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