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The Whisper of the Twilight

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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Tacoma Park Station, Washington, D.C. · Jun 18, 1914

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 91, No. 25.

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The Whisper of the Twilight

By Worthie Harris Holden

WORTHIE HARRIS HOLDEN
SWEET the quiet calm of evening When the spirit seeks repose, And a gentle hush is weaving Holy thoughts at daylight's close.
’Mid the crowded morning duties Urged by noontide’s hurried feet, Oft we miss the sunny beauties And the floral odors sweet.
As the twilight low descending Steals the fret from every brow, Swift the wings of night are lending Upward flight to praises now.
God benign bestowed the sunlight, Gave its work of rainbow hue; But the whisper of the twilight Is his tranquil, blest adieu
To the labors and the wrestling, To the hurried, anxious strides; Then my wearied spirit nestling ’Neath the wing of peace abides.
Portland, Oregon.