This evening, when my office work was done,
I sat down at my window, to behold
The western sky, all tinged with burnish'd gold,
Illuminated by the setting sun
Gone down to rest behind yon distant height;
And gazing on the glory-tinted west,
I felt enraptur'd by the picture given,
Which seem'd to me, as if the veil of heaven
Was drawn aside, to show me where the blest
Whose onward path, like to the shining light
At day's bright noon, but more divinely bright,
Go home at eve to their eternal rest.
Fair emblem of the christian's closing day,
Who, like the setting sun, in glory melts away.
