Poems (Coolidge)/Eventide
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.
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.