I think I like that hour best When sun is sinking in the west, And fretful cares with day depart And evening's quiet fills my heart; Again I prize those moments most When life draws up his rebel host, Armed to crush me, wound me through, And I face him, conquer, and subdue; Or, when on lonely steeps of pain, The struggle fruitless, watching vain, A gleam of light breaks suddenly, And I a touch of beauty see. These three good things life holds for me, Beauty, Peace, and Victory. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONG:SO WHY DOES THIS DEAD CARNATION by HAYDEN CARRUTH ESTRANGEMENT by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |