Poems (Holmes)/On Evening
Evening.
How beauteous and serene Is summer's tranquil night,When Cynthia's silvery beams Supply the earth with light.
When stars are gently gleaming With radiance in the sky,And angels vigils keeping, Commissioned from on high.
Though the notes of birds are hushed, Yet fragrance fills the air,And the winds that softly blow No signs of tempest bear.
When the hum of toil has ceased That wakes with early dawn,And saints to the spirit-land On wings of love are borne.
While stillness reigns supreme, O'er mountain, sea, and earth,And Nature seems to worship The God who gave her birth.
Yes, beauteous is the scene When night doth daylight close,And beneath the gilded sky All's wrapped in sweet repose.