No life but knows some bíttcrness, Soine wrccks o'er which to grieve; Uut there will come a time of pcacc At morning or at eve So il thy morn be dark and co'd, Thy iioon lacle joy ;ind Hght, Lo I then shall come at close of day An eventide full brlght, No tempest comes but spends ils strent And has .it tength an end; Clouds will not Jwm hide the sky And pfltint ranib íivscend. Checr up, sadheart, be brave and strong, Pair not the tempcst's miht; V.!it p.itit-ntly, for ÜMT8 shall come An eveutide nd ligiit. The storm may lcave sonie trace behind, Some shattered hopes, sonic fears, Some battered wrecks uoag üSt?% shore V Itere i e 11 some bitter tears. But tio.l is ínul. and well we know lïelore the coming nitfht, 1 lu-re is a time of peaco and rest, - The eventide wilh light.