Poems (Coolidge)/Eventide
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For works with similar titles, see Eventide.
EVENTIDE
The day is now far spent—
The evening shadows fall
And with thy will content
As good or ill is sent
I to thee, Father, call.
The twinkling stars appear
For me each seems to shine;
I on a midnight clear
With shepherds in their fear
Behold thee, light divine.
The evening shadows fall
And with thy will content
As good or ill is sent
I to thee, Father, call.
The twinkling stars appear
For me each seems to shine;
I on a midnight clear
With shepherds in their fear
Behold thee, light divine.
And when life's day shall close
Lost in a twilight gray,
Oh, heart that love o'erflows
Be thou my sure repose
A comforter alway.
Lost in a twilight gray,
Oh, heart that love o'erflows
Be thou my sure repose
A comforter alway.