Scenes and Hymns of Life, with Other Religious Poems/Evening Song of the Weary
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EVENING SONG OF THE WEARY.
Father of Heaven and Earth!
I bless thee for the night,
The soft, still night!
The holy pause of care and mirth,
Of sound and light!
Now, far in glade and dell,
Flower-cup, and bud, and bell,
Have shut around the sleeping woodlark's nest—
The bee's long murmuring toils are done.
And I, the o'erwearied one,
O'erwearied and o'erwrought,
Bless thee, O God, O Father of th' oppress'd,
With my last waking thought,
In the still night!
Yes, e'er I sink to rest,
By the fire's dying light,
Thou Lord of Earth and Heaven!
I bless thee, who hast given
Unto life's fainting travellers, the night,
The soft, still, holy night!