Thou Makest the Outgoings of the Morning and Evening to Rejoice

A radiant glow
As day begins
And dew creeps from the barley
And songsters pipe
And smells ignite
And workers up right early.
What news they ask
How fares the world
And will it note my passing?
Few bob to earn
Few friends to greet
But nothing spare amassing.

 

And soon ’tis gone
The clock rolls on
And muscles ache and falter.
Will Ted be missed?
A grand-son kissed
And christened at the altar.
And evening’s glow
Helps us to know
A shadow world is creeping.
But not for long
Hope’s glowing song…
The Son will raise the sleeping.

 

(suggested by Psalm 65: 8b)

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