SHADOWS

Shadows, the pale grey wings of night,

Sweep over the sky,

And low in the west the lingering light

Wanes — like a sigh

From the fervent heart of the day

Passing away:

Then afar

Shineth a star.

Shadows, the pale grey wings of Death,

Sweep over my heart;

And far in the dark a voice calleth,

“Come ye, depart.”

There lingers no light from the day

Passing away,

But afar

Shineth a Star!