The Song of Twilight.

Hushed lies the earth, the woods in beauty slumber,
And long blue shadows steal across the sea;
Silent and still, the world in breathless wonder
Awaits the darkening hour that sets me free

Softly, oh softly, o'er the whispering grasses,
Over the gardens filled with trembling flowers,
Softly I enter, just as daylight passes,
Bringing the gentlest of the radiant hours.

Just as the shadows fall, when day is closing,
Over the hills I come, and o'er the sea.
I leave the troubled earth in peace reposing,
Beneath my power, unrest and sorrow flee.

—Jean H. Mather.

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