—Richard Watson Gilder.
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"IT IS TOWARD EVENING"
Abide with me, O Christ; thou must not go
For life's brief day is now far down the west;
In dark'ning clouds my sun is sinking low;
Lord, stay and soothe thy fretted child to rest.
Abide with me; ere I can fall on sleep
My throbbing head must on thy breast recline,
That I may hear anew thy voice, and feel