Cometh my wee one wearily
When the evening shadows fall;
When the moon climbs high in the silver sky,
And peeps through the poplars tall.
Cometh my wee one eagerly,
Yet with many a smile and sigh,
And offers a prayer with reverent care
To God, the ever-nigh.
The dainty toys on the moonlit floor
Have lost their sweetest charms,
For dearest of all when the shadows fall
Is the circle of loving arms.
And 'tis then I whisper, o'er and o'er,
How ever the Tender One
His watch doth keep o'er the children's sleep
When the golden day is done.
And in such wise do I come to Thee,
Dear Lord of the Loving Heart,
To lie and rest on Thy tranquil breast,
To dwell with Thee apart,—
To dwell with Thee apart, O God,
To know no voice save Thine.
I lose all fear when nestled here
In the calm of Thy peace divine.
For what is the charm of earthly loves
Compared to Thy close embrace?
Ah, sweetest of all when the shadows fall
Is the glory of Thy face!