Joseph Scarboro ~ poet

 

The Evening and the Coming Day

 

 

Long, long hath been the day, Father

     Through morning, noon and eve;

Still round Thy throne we gather,

     With longings, still believe.

 

The battle still recounting,

     The long, dark bloody age;

Prophetic finger pointing,

     Hope finds on every page.

 

This light alone the darkness

     About us can illume;

This hope alone endow us,

     The conflict to resume.

 

Tis evening now, the shadows,

     Make gold the evening sky;

The promised victory gladdens

     Each waiting watchful eye.

 

Sweet rest our strength refreshing,

     Past death and weeping sore;

Comes Holy Sabbath gladness

     And joy forever more.

 

 

By J. A. Scarboro, Magnolia, Arkansas, October 28, 1913.