LIFE’S SUNSET
Thy day is far spent,
And thy night draweth nigh,
Life’s sunset at even,
Shines forth from on high.
Eternity’s dawn,
As the closing of day,
’Tis shadow or sunbeam
Precedeth thy way.
A life such as thine,
Is inspired from above,
Reborn of God’s spirit,
Immersed in his love.
Sweet strains from afar,
Thy rich entrance doth raise,
While yon Heavenly choir
Sings anthems of praise.
THE MEADOWLARK
The meadowlark wingeth his grassy way,
His plaintive note rings clear,
He seeketh shelter ’neath the new-mown hay
His flute-like voice we hear
“Spring o’ the year!
Spring o’ the year!”
His coat, brown-mottled, with silver’s soft streak,
While nesting, serves him well,
When summer’s sun sears the grass, dries the creek,
’Tis then he rests a spell.
In meadow-dell!
In meadow-dell!
This jaunty fellow in vest of yellow
And crescent-collar black,
A cap to match; his music how mellow,
Chap with the whistling knack.
“Tseer”—alack!
“Tseer”—alack!