Earth’s shores float back as craft that cruising sails;
Each blessed gift that hourly from us flies,
God will rain down albeit in other guise;—
And e’en the very dew-drop noon exhales
May find again the self-same rose at eve.
Mary W. Gale.
TWILIGHT VISIONS.
“At evening time there shall be light.”
—Zech. xiv., 7.
The day’s work done, I cast my pen aside