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In Twilight Fields

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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Aug 14, 1913

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 90, No. 33.

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In Twilight Fields

By L. M. Montgomery

L. M. MONTGOMERY
O’er dewy meadows, dim and gray, There comes a breath of balm, And winding slopes of far away Are wrapped in pensive calm. Afar the lustrous skies are deep, And crystal planets shine Where roaming winds have dropped asleep Among the hills of pine.
The daisies float above the grass, Like spirits of the dew, And low, sweet voices faintly pass The lush green thickets through. Slow fades the mellow sunset light, The dusker shadows creep; Beneath the soothing touch of night The world has found its sleep.
No echoes of the troubled day Can stir this wondrous hour; Noon’s feverish breath is far away, And care has lost its power. Lulled on her broad, maternal breast, Our kind earth-mother yields A deep, untainted peace and rest In tranquil twilight fields.
— Zion’s Herald.