I humbly ask
To tent today,
O Love, in Thy pavilion,
From dawn's first mask
Of pearly gray
To vespertine vermilion.
Then, when the moon
Shall slip adown
And shapeless shadows close,
Grant Thou this boon
Thy day to crown,—
Secure repose.
[Written for the Journal]
From the May 1916 issue of The Christian Science Journal
I humbly ask
To tent today,
O Love, in Thy pavilion,
From dawn's first mask
Of pearly gray
To vespertine vermilion.
Then, when the moon
Shall slip adown
And shapeless shadows close,
Grant Thou this boon
Thy day to crown,—
Secure repose.