Poems (Coolidge)/The Peace of Evening

4474142Poems — The Peace of EveningHelen 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.