Poems (Coolidge)/The Peace of Evening

by Helen Elizabeth Coolidge

THE PEACE OF EVENING

As slowly, one by one,
 The stars appear,
My burdened heart I lift,
 And feel to God anear.

The daily toil is o'er,
 And though oppressed,
The peace of evening brings
 To my worn spirit rest.

While now the tear-dimmed eye
 Beholds His face,
The wordless prayer ascends
 For added gifts of grace;

That, silent watches past,
 For Him I may
Be strong in service true,
 Throughout the newborn day.