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Robert W. Service

Robert W. Service

Evenfall

When day is done I steal away
To fold my hands in rest,
And of my hours this moment grey
I love the best;
So quietly I sit alone
And wait for evenfall,
When in the dusk doves sweetly moan
And crickets call.
 
With heart of humble gratitude
How it is good to bide,
And know the joy of solitude
In eventide!
When one is slow and slips a bit,
And life begins to pall,
How sweet it is in peace to sit
At evenfall!
 
I play upon a simple lute,
My notes are faint and few,
But ere my melodies be mute,
Pray one be true.
Lord, let the theme be thankfulness!
And as I wait my call,
More than noon rapture let me bless
Life’s evenfall!

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