p. 1 | LIGHT AT EVENTIDE by Eben E. Rexford

Seventh-day Adventist Missionary Society · Oakland, Cal. · Sep 28, 1882

LIGHT AT EVENTIDE.

By Eben E. Rexford

THE day has been dark and doleful, A day of wind and rain, With the sound of ghostly fingers Upon the window-pane; And never a gleam of sunshine The cold gray sky has crossed In this day for sad remembrance Of what our lives have lost.

Weary with vain regretting For things that could not be, Weary with counting over The graves in memory, I oped the Book of comfort And in its pages read What one of the grand old prophets In time of trouble said.

I heard, like a voice from Heaven, The royal singer's song Of faith in Eternal Goodness To triumph over wrong. The day may be wild with tempest, But in patient trust abide, And remember the sweet old promise Of light at the eventide.

And lo! as I read the chapter So dear to the weary heart, I saw the clouds at sunset Like curtains swing apart. And it seemed like a glimpse of Heaven, That touched my eyes like balm As I sat in the sunset glory Repeating the sweet old psalm. —Eben E. Rexford.