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Twilight

Though labour may claim and cover

The best of our waking hours,

Whatever we owe another

We feel that the dusk is ours.

’Tis then that the hard views taken

Of things in the day-glare seen,

Will soften, and tint, and waken,

And tone ’neath a twilight screen.

While the night-bird softly tenders

Sweet trebles in monotone,

And the king of day surrenders

To the queen of night his throne —

When the earth and the sky are lovers,

And present and past are wed,

And the satisfied soul discovers

How surely God hath led.

And then as the heart confesses

The sins of a selfish way,

The spirit of pardon blesses

And closes the gates of day.