THE glowing sun sinks low beyond the hill, Flushing with transient rose the upper air, The darkening woods afar stand hushed and still, And bird and beast to nature's rest repair, While gently, its appointed place to fill, Comes in the quiet tide the evening peace to share. On scenes like these, of old, the Master's eye Might oft have rested as he took his way, After long hours of loving ministry, Into the solitudes, alone, to pray— To drink deep draughts of heavenly harmony, And peace and power renew in Soul's reviving ray.
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