EVENING THOUGHTS by Eliza H. Morton

Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Apr 17, 1879

EVENING THOUGHTS

By Eliza H. Morton

'Tis the hour of twilight, and the setting sun. With its deep'ning shadows, speaks of labor done.

Soft and mellow gleamings tinge the far-off sky, Like a gate of glory opening on high.

Crimson hues of sunlight, fading soon away, Fleecy clouds of beauty, mark the closing day.

Hill, and vale, and woodland glow with golden light, Soon to lose their splendor in the coming night.

Toils of day are over, weary limbs find rest, Symbol of the refuge that awaits the blest.

Angel hands are writing in the books above Many an act of kindness, many a deed of love.

Unseen forms are present at this holy hour, And the soul is softened by a gentle power.

Loving anthems ringing, sounding in the ear, Echo and re-echo, floating far and near.

Mind and heart are lifted to the “King of kings;” Sounds of nature mingle, like the rush of wings.

Soon dark shades will gather o’er the aching head; Soon fair forms will molder with the ghastly dead;

Soon heart-strings will quiver, weary spirits fail, Eyes grow dim with weeping, wild, sad voices wail.

In the great Hereafter, earthly things will seem Like a shadow spectral, or a troubled dream.

Twilight is the gleaming of a land afar, Glory ever beaming like a radiant star.

Morning cometh quickly, day of jubilee, When the earth-bound prisoners will be ever free.

Shout for joy, ye ransomed; Christ will ope the grave, He alone has power fallen man to save.

ELIZA H. MORTON. Allen's Corner, Me.