TWILIGHT MUSINGS by A. K. Atteberry

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Oakland, California · Jul 3, 1893

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 19, No. 34.

TWILIGHT MUSINGS.

By A. K. Atteberry

BY A. K. ATTEBERRY.

Now SLOWLY, softly fade away The golden tints of closing day, While shades of evening o'er the world, Like sable banners, are unfurled.

The twinkling stars, like jewels bright, Give out their pure and peaceful light; And o'er the changeful, shifting scene The moon sheds forth its rays serene.

Now hushed the song birds' last refrain, And silence steals o'er hill and plain, Unbroken save by softest sigh Of wayward zephyr floating by.

The lovely landscape from the sight Recedes as slowly fades the light; But in my soul bright visions rise Of scenes more fair beyond the skies.

I seem to see earth's long, dark night Dissolving into heaven's pure light, While to the eye of faith expand The glories of that far-off land.

From sparkling fountains 'mong the hills, Through valleys green, flow murmuring rills, Where flowers more sweet than mortals know In never-fading beauty grow.

And in its grandeur never told Stands there the city paved with gold, Its jasper walls, its mansions bright, Its gates of pearl, and God its light.

O blissful thought, life's conflicts o'er, We'll meet again on that fair shore, The loved now sleeping in the tomb, Then clothed in heaven's immortal bloom.

There pain, and death, and partings sore Shall rend the aching heart no more; In weariness no more we'll roam, But find sweet rest with Christ at home.

Pensacola, Florida.