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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
AT EVENING, by ANONYMOUS First Line: Another day is numbered with the past Last Line: Of the still hours when thy clear stars are burning | |||
Another day is numbered with the past; Another night is given us for rest; Father, my spirit at Thy feet I cast, Oh, gather it unto Thy loving breast. Nightly Thou sendest rest to all the earth, Sendest a time for silence and returning; O Father! teach me all the holy worth Of the still hours when Thy clear stars are burning. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest... |
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