Light at Eventide

Through skies of molten gold and green the sun
Floats with its cloud-wake o'er the glowing rim
Of closing day; the same horizon brim
Glows green and gold with a glad day begun.
So closes life's full day, its guerdon won,
To those whose trustful souls are joined to Him--
The world's great Light--whose hand the splendors limn
At once of breaking day and day that's done.