Poems (Coolidge)/The Peace of Evening
THE PEACE OF EVENING
As slowly, one by one, The stars appear, My burdened heart I lift, And feel to God anear.
The daily toil is o'er, And though oppressed, The peace of evening brings To my worn spirit rest.
While now the tear-dimmed eye Beholds His face, The wordless prayer ascends For added gifts of grace;
That, silent watches past, For Him I may Be strong in service true, Throughout the newborn day.