Vesper Song
LIES the sunset splendor far and wide,
On the golden tide!
Drifting slow toward yonder evening red,
With the faint stars sparkling overhead,
Peacefully we glide.
Sweet is rest: the summer day is done,
Gone the ardent sun.
All is still: no wind of twilight blows;
Shuts the evening like a crimson rose;
Night comes like a nun.
Lift we loving voices, pure and clear,
To the Father’s ear;
Fragrant as the flowers the thoughts we raise
Up to heaven, while o’er the ocean ways
Draws the darkness near.
