AT eventide when we are prest
By shadows and seek any rest
That twilight brings at waning day,
Ah, well with us if we can say
For aye we sought and found the best.
God’s hand all nature has caressed
Till beauty is his love confessed,
Till bud and bloom his love display
Through eventide.
Why should we not pursue our quest
For such good things as bear the test
The things worth loving bear alway?
“Full life, full life,” we sometimes pray,
Full life to higher life addressed,
Till eventide!