Evening (Herbert Charles Morris)
- Editor: David Anderson (submitted 2023-11-17). Score information: Letter, 12 pages, 490 kB Copyright: Personal
- Edition notes:
First published: 1899 J. Curwen & Sons
Original text and translations
How soft and sweet the breath of eve,
That sighs across the woodland vale;
Where arching branches interweave,
And lovers tell the oft-told tale.
The glowing sun, to greet the west,
Hath summoned all his golden rays,
While nature tales a welcome rest,
And to the night its homage pays.
Now let us cast our cares aside
And bid our daily labours cease;
As calm the moments gently glide,
And call our weary souls to peace.
Then higher thoughts and purer aims
Within the heart a place may find,
Until we feel the sacred claims
Of nobler life enthrall the mind.
So when our day of time is o’er,
And all its stress and strife is past,
May light from you celestial shore
Its gentle radiance on us cast.
Then brighter hope and fuller joy
In every longing breast shall reign,
And death will not our peace destroy,
For death will be our endless gain.