Poems (Bell)/Thoughts at Dusk
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 stray
Far 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 day
When 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.
Just at the ending of day,
That quiet time called the gloaming,
Our tired minds and thoughts stray
Far 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 day
When 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.