Eventide

Radio Record, Volume III, Issue 54, 25 July 1930, Page 39

Eventide

7 r Try yd) dd LL ed dao dcheledearhe A lend odd deve decernDerdardardnrdhe Aevlochndrd-DeghAoukLcknd The day is done: and tillers of the #ojl Pleod slowly home, a-weary from their toil, Repose to seek. Upon the drowsy wold, Like soothing balm to peacefully enfold, Comés grateful rest, where darkness soon will grant This short respite to man, and beast, and plant, Where darkness soon will hide from hyman sight The earth’s grim scars beneath the pall of night. And as in Life our mortal span, we reach, When reést from strife and sadness comes to each, So fal] the shades upon the trials of day, To vanish as thé twilight fades away, And o’er the land the silence of the tomb Descends on us from night’s enshrouding womb. ee A A OT aE EE EE OO OE EE ot DAE a OE OD OE

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