When it draws near to witching time of night.

When it draws near to witching time of night.

After winter comes the summer. After night comes the dawn. After every storm, there comes clear, open slies.

After winter comes the summer. After night comes the dawn. After every storm, there comes clear, open slies.

Is not every meanest day the confluence of two eternities?

Is not every meanest day the confluence of two eternities?

Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright,
The bridal of the earth and sky,
The dew read more

Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright,
The bridal of the earth and sky,
The dew shall weep thy fall to-night;
For thou must die.

After the day there cometh the derke night;
For though the day be never so longe,
At read more

After the day there cometh the derke night;
For though the day be never so longe,
At last the belles ringeth to evensonge.

You can become blind by seeing each day as a similar one. Each day is a different one, each day read more

You can become blind by seeing each day as a similar one. Each day is a different one, each day brings a miracle of its own. It's just a matter of paying attention to this miracle.

Dark the Night, with breath all flowers,
And tender broken voice that fills
With ravishment the listening read more

Dark the Night, with breath all flowers,
And tender broken voice that fills
With ravishment the listening hours,--
Whisperings, wooings,
Liquid ripples, and soft ring-dove cooings
In low-toned rhythm that love's aching stills!
Dark the night
Yet is she bright,
For in her dark she brings the mystic star,
Trembling yet strong, as is the voice of love,
From some unknown afar.

From fibers of pain and hope and trouble
And toil and happiness,--one by one,--
Twisted together, or read more

From fibers of pain and hope and trouble
And toil and happiness,--one by one,--
Twisted together, or single or double,
The varying thread of our life is spun.
Hope shall cheer though the chain be galling;
Light shall come though the gloom be falling;
Faith will list for the Master calling
Our hearts to his rest,--when the day is done.

So here hath been dawning
Another blue day;
Think, wilt thou let it
Slip read more

So here hath been dawning
Another blue day;
Think, wilt thou let it
Slip useless away?
Out of eternity
This new day is born,
Into eternity
At night will return.