What wealth of enjoyment a sentence may hold
That flows in a rill of encouraging words!
The heart’s weary wings with new strength will unfold,
While quick resolution all feebleness girds.
The sunset may brighten—outrival the dawning,
If sympathy’s warm touch the drooping life thrills;
Tho’ autumn has put out her gold-tassled awning
And mantled with haze all the woodlands and hills—
Tho’ the vintage hath yielded the first of its wines—
Tho’ shadows lie eastward in wavering lines,
And evening has whispered the low uttered warning—
“The glories of Day have all drifted afar”—
The spirit will rally encouraged by love.
E’en twilight may deepen, if only this star
Shall gleam with its vestal light brightly above,
We’ll work thro’ life’s gloaming, till angels unbar
The orient gates of Eternity’s morning.