Poems (Coolidge)/The Sunset Gun
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THE SUNSET GUN
Life is not victory, but battle. Be patient a little longer. By and by, in our hushed and waiting chambers, each in his turn, we shall hear the sunset gun.—Dr. Roswell D. Hitchcock
The sunset gun! Ere it shall sound
What lies before we may not know,
Yet cannot step beyond the bound
The Father's love shall daily show;
For us far distant gleams the goal,
The prize is not till race is run;
Who patient waits shall hear, at length,
The sunset gun.
What lies before we may not know,
Yet cannot step beyond the bound
The Father's love shall daily show;
For us far distant gleams the goal,
The prize is not till race is run;
Who patient waits shall hear, at length,
The sunset gun.
The sunset gun! Yea, wait awhile
Till comes to thee its wakening thrill;
Through darkened days still bravely smile,
And make thine own the Father's will;
Each hour the end will nearer be,
The by-and-by of duty done,
For thee, for me, a pæan then,
The sunset gun.
Till comes to thee its wakening thrill;
Through darkened days still bravely smile,
And make thine own the Father's will;
Each hour the end will nearer be,
The by-and-by of duty done,
For thee, for me, a pæan then,
The sunset gun.