The Abilene reflector. [volume] (Abilene, Kan.) 1883-1888, 1885-10-15
WHEN EVENING coMETH ON.
When evening cometh on.


slower and statelier in the mellowiag sky
The fame like purple-shadowed clouds arise;
Cooler and bslmier doth the soft wind sigh
&<0velIer, lonelieT to our wondering eyes
The softening landscape seems. The swal-
lows fly
Swift through the radiant vault: the field.
lark cries
His thrilling, sweet farewell: and twilight
bands
OF misty silence cross the far-off lands
When evening cometh on.
When evening cometh on,
Deeper and DREAMER grows the slumber-
ing dell,
Darker and drearier spreads the bristling
Bluer and heavier roll the hills that swell
IN mOveless waves against the shimmering
Out from their haunts the insect hordes,
that dwell
Their fieeting hour of revcl, and by the
Soft pipngs rise up from the grasses cool,
When evening cometh on.
When evening cometh on,
Along their welI-known paths with heavier
tread
rhe sad-eyed. lettering kline unurged return;
the, peaceful sheep, by unseen shepherds
Tend bleating to the hills, so well they learn
Where Natures hand their wholesome
couch hath spread.
And through the purpling mist the moon
OOth yearHi
Pale gentle radiance, dear recurring dream
Soft with the falling dew falls thy faint
beam.
When evening cometh on.
When evening cometh on,
Loosed from the days long toll, the clank-
ing teams
with hating steps pass on their Iostling
Their gearings glinted by the waning
beams;
Ax,ol
All slowly fading in land of dreams.
Transhgured spectres of the shrOuding haze
Thus from life's field the hearts fond hope
doth fade
Thus doth the weary spirit seek the shade,
when evening cometh on.
When evening cometh on,
Across the dotted fields of gathered grain
The Gnul of summer brnathes deep repose
Mysterious murmurings mingle on the
plain,
And from the blurred and blended brake
there flows
The undulating echoes of some stra'n
Once heard in paradise, perchance-who
But now the whispering memory sadly
straYs
Along the dim rows of the rustling maize,
When evening cometh on.
When evening cometh on,
Anon there spreads upon the lingering air
The musk of weedy slopes and grasses dank,
With scent of flowers from maHy a shadowy
bank.
o. lost Elysium! art thou hiding there2i
Flows yet that crystal stream whereof
All. wild-eyed Memory, fly from nights
depair;
Thy strong wings droop with heavier
weight of care
When evening cometh on.
When evening cometh on,
rf
rest,
The settling gloom that creeps by wood
and stream,
The bars that lie along the smouldering
west
The tall and lonely silent trees that seem
To mock the groaning earth and turn to
This wavering fame, this agonizing dream.
All. all bring sorrow as the clouds bring
And evermore life's struggle seemeth vain
When evening cOmeth on.
When evening cometh on,
ADGar doth Life stand by the great un-
in darkness reaching out her sentient hands;
PHILOSOPHERS and creeds alike are thrown
Beneath her feet, and questioning she stands
Close on the brink, unfearing and alone,
D.. And lists the dull wave breaking on the
sands,
Albeit her thoughtful eyes are filled with
SO lonely and so sad the sound she hears,
When evening cometh on.
When evening cOmeth on,
Vain seems the world, and vainer wise
mems thought.
All colOrs vanish when the sun goeth down.
Fame's purple mantle some proud soul
hath caught,
No better seems than doth the earth-stained
gown
Worn by Content All names shall be for
got.
Death plucks the stars to deck his sable
crown.
The fair Cnchantment of the golden day
Far through the vale of shadows melt away
when evening cOmeth on.
When evening cometh on,
Love. only love, can stay the sinking soul,
And smooth thoughts racking fever from
the brow:
The wounded heart Love only can console.
Whatever brings a balm for sorrow now.
So must it be while this veXed earth shall
roll.
Take then the portion which the gods allow
Dear heart, may l at last on thy warm
breast
Sink to forgetfulness and lent rest
When evening cometh on?