DAY’ S END.

We watched how robed in royal red The slow sun sailed to rest, Through crimson cloud streaks islandèd In seas of glory o’er the west, I held your hand, and I heard you say, “What have we done for the world to-day?”

While still the mountain-heather glowed All songs were hushed, and through The twilight east the young moon showed Her frail white crescent in the blue; The silence sank profound and deep, The ways of earth were full of sleep; And the spirit of silence seemed to say, “What have ye done for the world to-day?”