The Twilight
Whenever I sit in the twilight. At rost from the toils of tho dayf And the littlc ones guther around rae, Too wearv for laughter or play, I think tfith tho longing of norrow orlove, Of the oiie little child that's uwuy. AwnT fhtrti tfie arm of thft mot her. And sometimos it grieven me to know. Content wiih ÜM love thnt surrouuds him, Hè will never miss us bfilow ; For lic ïooks in tho tace of the Father above, And wallis with the Sninta to imd fro. I lnve ín my f;nöy to follow Their steps by the river po fnir, And list to the wonderfiil r torios The nnifols nretellini him thero - The biVMilifnl iinprfN of Pnradïso, And dear little öilverluur. Thcre's an nnpel thnt epnke unto Hagnr. ' Fear nol fór God heareth thy monn ;" And the one that ?amo flyini? to Mnvy. All shiiiiiif? with ÜErhtfrom tho throno ; And the itïtmff, blessed ser.ipha that soothed tho dear Lord, "When tempted and fniuting aloao. But trrnndest of nll is the anpel, WnOM loiy I often hnve n-rui, T'ho rmne to thn tnmb of thO Haviour Aiul rollfil tinr.k tho (ono from his heftd. And Raid to the wwpen that tremblexl to heat ' The Lord Ís ifone up from the dead." Oh, anirel of Iifp nnd plory, Come, whispiT the meeaags to me, "Whensmlly Isit and rememWr Tho chiid thMt has goa from my kn?f For I know ín the mnnions where Jesus haS gone, His littlo ones aurely must bo.
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