At Evening

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AT EVENING
When sunset turns the lake to gold, beneath the sky's warm blue,
My eyes can almost look on God, so near His presence steals;
I feel a sudden tender thrill-the same a dreamer feels,
Who wakes from some vague reverie to see his dream come true.

I find God's smile in every tree, I know His kind eyes shine
Where clouds are parted in the West; the misty, scented air
Is like a voice that calls to me and lifts my soul in prayer-
And-almost-as the twilight grows, I feel His hand in mine!
--Margaret E. Sangster, Jr.