Classic Poem

That Shadow dear upon the wall,
Where level rays of evening fall,
And bid us view the Lord uprear
His tired arms in the sunset clear —
Let it console us, not appal.

That Shadow has a voice for all
Whom other shadows may enthral;
It soothes away our mortal fear,
That Shadow dear.

Invite its presence, hear its call,
Dwellers in cottage, or in hall:
Rest not until the sign appear,
Then sit beneath it all the year;
It whispers peace, whate'er befal —
That Shadow dear.