And earth in her Maker’s smile awakes.
His light is on all, below and above;
The light of gladness, and life, and love;
Oh, then, on the breath of this early air,
Send upward the incense of grateful prayer.
Evening.
To prayer; for the glorious sun is gone,
And the gathering darkness of night comes on:
Like a curtain, from God’s kind hand it flows,
To shade the couch where his children repose;—