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When day is done I steal away
       To fold my hands in rest,
And of my hours this moment grey
                     I love the best;
So quietly I sit alone
       And wait for evenfall,
When in the dusk doves sweetly moan
                     And crickets call.
                     
With heart of humble gratitude
       How it is good to bide,
And know the joy of solitude
                     In eventide!
When one is slow and slips a bit,
       And life begins to pall,
How sweet it is in peace to sit
                     At evenfall!

I play upon a simple lute,
       My notes are faint and few,
But ere my melodies be mute,
                     Pray one be true.
Lord, let the theme be thankfulness!
       And as I wait my call,
More than noon rapture let me bless
                     Life's evenfall!

Added: 25 Mar 2002 | Last Read: 5 Sep 2008 9:35 AM | Viewed: 2474 times

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