In the purple hush of the twilight hour I enter a cathedral, old and gray, And there beneath its ivy covered tower, I kneel to pray for strength to meet the day. I hear the organ's echoes rise and flow From shadowed nave to lighted altar place -- I gaze upon the tapers' amber glow While thoughts are drifting idly into space. But let me pause at a small wayside shrine Beneath the spreading dome of leafy tree, Where echoes of the homeward loving kine Come on the tranquil evening air to me. There near a weathered cross I kneel to pray And find the strength I ask to meet the day. |