Classic Poem

Lo ! the setting sun is stealing
Softly through the clustering vines;
On the spirit sweet peace sealing,
As this Sabbath day declines.

Lovely spot, oh, sacred hour,
Day of all our days the best;
Weakening the tempter's power,
Pointing to the promised rest.

While we watch thy fading splendor,
Thou adorner of the skies,
May we all our hearts surrender
To the God who bade thee rise.