The end of day some people say
is cause for fear and melancholy:
the sun is gone, yes whence it shone
brings toil to mind with Earthly folly,
which on the morrow must yet be repeated;
hence hopes and dreams of youthful lusts
are thus defeated…
As tired eyes peruse the skies
and weary heads seek comfort's pillow,
hark! You'll hear it: Holy Spirit
whispers in wisdom's ancient willow:
"Fear not! Only believe God still hears prayer;
trust Jesus and obey: loving faith
is God's heavenly conveyor…"
