TWILIGHT THOUGHTS.

Otago Witness, Issue 2086, 15 February 1894, Page 39

TWILIGHT THOUGHTS.

I sat one eve in the twilight Watching the shadows grey Stealing along so softly To claim the place of day ; I watched the dewdrops gently fall Upon each flower around, I heard the murmuring breeze which bent Frail grasses to the ground. I turned mine eyea towards heaven And watched the cloudlets fair, Blending their colours so richly With harmony grand and rare. The birds were chirping sweetly above Farewell to day and light, And welcome to the peaceful hours Of quiet and silent night. The larks flew home to their nestlings And chanted their evening hymn, And as I sat in the gloaming I heard the birds all sing : We are glad that night cometh over the land, For it maketh the morrow more sweet. 0 loving and gentle and kind is His hand Who careth our pleasures to meet. The birds fell asleep all quietly, The breeze ceased to play with the trees, The clouds floated on in their silence, The dew still fell on the leaves ; And then the twilight, deepening fast, Closed round the homes of men, And I wondered if I in the morning Would think as the birds did then. 1 arose and went out early, And lo 1 the dewdropa bright Were sparkling on each floweret In the beautiful morning light. The birds were carolling sweetly above : We are glad the day has come ; . The night brought the dews and the sleeping of flowers To make them more bright in the sun. Ah birds, you are right, thank God for the night, For it maketh the morrow more sweet. February 1594. —Ada A. R. Ludford.