The poem
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!