Poems (Edwards)/I Love the Night
I LOVE THE NIGHT.
The day has pleasures of its own, The sunlight and the shade,It hath the voice of singing birds, To gladden hill and glade;It hath the blossoms and the breeze. The dew-drops shining bright;But dearly as I love the day, More dear to me is night.
Night brings the memory of the past, Each word, and look, and tone,It brings the eyes with brighter light, That in the day-time shone;It brings the images we love Before our dreaming sight;I love the day-light and the dew, But dearer still, the night.
Night is for thought, deep thought and prayer,— Prayer to the Eternal King,Night for the soul to nestle close Beneath his sheltering wing;Night for communion with ourselves, And with the saints in light;The day-time has its joys,—but O! I love,—I love the night.