  AT eventide when we are prest By shadows and seek any rest That twilight brings at waning day, Ah, well with us if we can say For aye we sought and found the best. God’s hand all nature has caressed Till beauty is his love confessed, Till bud and bloom his love display Through eventide. Why should we not pursue our quest For such good things as bear the test The things worth loving bear alway? “Full life, full life,” we sometimes pray, Full life to higher life addressed, Till eventide! |
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