There is a stillness comes at evening time,
A hush, as if the earth reluctantly,
Regretfully, allowed the sun to go,
And night to come with its dark pageantry.
But there is happiness at morning time—
A very gush of joy comes with the dawn;
Earth cries aloud its gladness, while birds sing
And flowers chant their praise that night is gone.
Truth is the morning time to human hearts;
Life is the sun dispelling error's night;
And goldenly, upon the peaks of pain,
Love sheds the mercy of its healing light;
Each heart is christened by its purity
; Enraptured thought lifts upward to its call;
Love permeates all space. Look up! Be glad!
God's world is here; His arms encircle all!
