A peaceful calm rests o’er the scene,
The clouds no longer fly.
The busy world is hushed and still—
Its cares have passed us by.
But when to-morrow’s light has come,
Then comes the care and pain—
The strife and warfare of our lives
Is rushing on again.
But still the white clouds fleck the sky,
And Peace is reigning on;
But soon the beauty of the night
Will fade and fast be gone.
THE SUNSET LAND.
Far in the west is the sunset land
Where flows a mighty river;
It flows right o’er the crimson clouds
And it follows the sun forever.
The stars come chasing through the sky,—
They chase and they twinkle and play,
And they love the clouds of the sunset land
That soon will be far away.
And the twilight jealous and sombre and sad
Comes down with his robes of gray,
And he chases the light of the sunset land
Far from the west away.