The evening shadows deepen fast, Enshrouding sea and shore; The day so bright, so quickly past, Returneth nevermore. The night is come; but lo! on high The steadfast stars appear; A holy calm is in the sky, And heaven seems very near. So fades, at last, life’s little day,— So falls death’s deepening gloom; We hasten, each a different way, To reach one goal,—the tomb! But God is good, whate’er may come;— To every heart is given A tender memory of home, A trembling hope of heaven.
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