Scenes and Hymns of Life, with Other Religious Poems/Evening Song of the Weary


EVENING SONG OF THE WEARY.




    Father of Heaven and Earth!
        I bless thee for the night,
        The soft, still night!
The holy pause of care and mirth,
        Of sound and light!

    Now, far in glade and dell,
    Flower-cup, and bud, and bell,
Have shut around the sleeping woodlark's nest—
    The bee's long murmuring toils are done.
    And I, the o'erwearied one,

    O'erwearied and o'erwrought,
Bless thee, O God, O Father of th' oppress'd,
    With my last waking thought,
        In the still night!

    Yes, e'er I sink to rest,
    By the fire's dying light,
    Thou Lord of Earth and Heaven!
    I bless thee, who hast given
Unto life's fainting travellers, the night,
    The soft, still, holy night!