Poems (Schiller)/Evening

by Rebecca Jane Schiller

For works with similar titles, see Evening.

EVENING

Long ago behind the hill tops
 Disappeared the King of day,
And the glimmering twilight hour,
 Now is fading fast away.

Evening clad in starry raiment,
 Holds o'er earth her gentle sway;
Hiding all the glare and glamour,
 Stilling all the noise of day.

To the care-worn and the weary,
 Bringing sweet release from toil;
Kindly veiling from their vision
 Daylight's trouble and turmoil.

Bringing to the heavy-laden
 Peaceful hours for thought and prayer;
Soothing by its quiet beauty,
 Till forgotten is their care.

Thoughts of God, the great All-Father,
 Come to cheer, all doubts depart;
Visions of His love and mercy
 Maketh glad the weary heart.

Maiden fair and happy lover
 Hasten on with quick'ning pace;
Meeting 'neath the star-lit heaven,
 At the favored trysting place.

Thus to all the evening hour
 Bears its messages of love,
Filling hearts with deep thanksgiving,
 To the Father up above.
October 27, 1868.