Anne C. Lynch  

 
        EVENING HYMN.
 
        On the swift flying hours
            Another bright day,
        With its tears and its smiles,
            Has vanished away.
        Thou who dost number
            Our days as they flee,
        May each that departs
            Bear us nearer to thee!
 
        On the wide sea of life
            Soon our barks will be tost,
        And the sweet ties that bind us
            Be broken and lost.
        Father in Heaven,
            Be our guide to that shore,
        Where night never cometh,
            Where partings are o'er.
 


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