Eventide
Who has not felt that Evening’s hour Draws forth devotions tenderest power; That guardian spirits round us stand, And God himself seems most at hand?
The very birds cry shame on men, And chide their selfish silence, then: The flowers on high their incense send; And earth and heaven unite and blend.
Let others hail the rising day: I praise it when it fades away; When life assumes a higher tone, And God and heaven are all my own. .—Henry F. Lyte (1793 —1847).
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Dominion, Volume 33, Issue 87, 6 January 1940, Page 15
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85Eventide Dominion, Volume 33, Issue 87, 6 January 1940, Page 15
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