On roads of gathering dusk I wait the coming Night, Dear, blessed Night, Mother of the Moon, Mother of the Stars, Clothed in wonder, Robed in mystery, Bearing in her hands, Quietness and rest ... Take me up in Thy bosom Dear Night! With all the tired children of earth, Gather me up in Thine arms! Give unto me, And give unto them, Of Thy stillness And Thy peace. Dear Night, Mother of the Moon, Mother of the Stars, Clothed in wonder, Robed in mystery, Give unto me And unto all Thy children Of Thy stillness And Thy peace. |