Do this, and you
will be one of the jewels God will gather to bedeck the temple of the
skies.
A tender blue is in the sky
As sets the golden sun;
Another day is passing by,
And thus the moments run;
The song-bird's note is soft and low,
Flying to leafy nest;
In evening's peaceful twilight glow
All nature sinks to rest;
The fields are wrapped in somber shroud
As fades the light of day;
A tender flush is on the cloud
Beside the milky way;
A hush is on this world of ours;
Day, dying, drops a tear;
Angels' hands unveil the stars,
Which one by one appear;
Now Pleiades grow sparkling bright
In deepening blue above:
O mild, serene autumnal night!
Thy voice is full of love.
Such sacred awe my soul doth fill!
Such quietness doth reign!
The Voice that uttered, "Peace, be still,"
Has whispered once again.
The silver bars that streak the West
Are short'ning one by one;
Another day has gone to rest,
And thus the moments run.
I've one day less to watch and wait,
My Savior's face to see,
Some day, and ope will be the gate.
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