At last, when the sun is setting,
And the beautiful golden bars
Reach upward through purple splendor,
And mingle their light with the stars;
The winds are hushed to a whisper,
Caressing the leaves and flowers;
And song of birds are rippling
Sweetly in twilight bowers;
I ponder o’er past and present,
And rest from the care and strife—
At peace with all, and storing strength
For the daily battle of life.