Once a Week (magazine)/Series 1/Volume 9/Sunlight at evening
SUNLIGHT AT EVENING.
Weary and worn, and old and grey,
The light of my young life passed away,
But a trace of its radiance lingereth yet,
Like the western sky when the sun has set,
With the shadows of evening closing round,
And its dim mists veiling the dewy ground.
Yes! e’en on the verge of the lonely tomb,
One vision calls back youth’s rosy bloom;
One memory still makes life divine,
The dream of the love that once was mine!
Star of my life! yet lead me on,
Till the twilight of sorrow is past and gone,
And the morning of joy and hope shall break
On the night of waiting, for thy dear sake.
The undying love in my heart that dwells,
Was sealed for thine own by our last farewells;
And still shall thy name at morn and even
Go up on the wings of prayer to Heaven.
Then, e’en if we meet on this earth no more,
I shall wait for thee on the deathless shore.