An Evening Pslam by Mrs. L. R. Reynolds

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Apr 9, 1914

An Evening Pslam

By Mrs. L. R. Reynolds

DAY dons her slumber robe at eve, Rich draperies of glorious hue; Serenely then she takes her leave, The western gateway passing through. With folded wings she's gone to rest; Night draws the curtain round her bed; We see no form, but o'er earth's breast We see a shadow darkly spread.

The stars that deck the evening sky, Like sentinels their vigils keep; White fleecy clouds go drifting by, Like shepherd-tended flocks of sheep. The zephyrs, soft as angel's wings, The drowsy landscape floating o'er, A tribute, rich and rare, they bring From dewy field and fragrant flower.

O beauteous eve, like some sweet psalm, From earth to heaven allures our eyes! The holy hush, the Eden balm, All seem a glimpse of paradise. While moonbeams light the scene below, The tender and impassioned gaze Of myriad stars, with softer glow, All seem to say, Give God the praise.

He spread this beauty all abroad, And taught the morning stars their song. Let every creature worship God, And every tongue his praise prolong. The mountains and the hills break forth, The trees and fountains clap and sing, O praise the Lord, yea, all the earth; Let every creature tribute bring.

Wichita, Kans.