AN INTERPRETATION.

From whirlwind to shower,

From noon-glare to shadow,

From the plough to the vesper,

A day is gone.

From passion to purpose,

From turmoil to rest,

From discord to harmony,

Life moveth on.

From terror and heartbreak,

From anger of anguish,

From vigil and famine,

A soul has gone.

By mercy of mystery,

Through trust which is best,

To feasting and sleeping now,

God calleth on.