To live more nearly as we pray.
The evening hymn is also taken from a longer poem, in which the author first describes in graphic words the setting of the sun:
’Tis gone! that bright and orbéd blaze,
Fast fading from our wistful gaze;
Yon mantling cloud has hid from sight
The last faint pulse of quivering light.
In darkness and in weariness
The traveler on his way must press,
No gleam to watch on tree or tower,
Whiling away the lonesome hour.