The Newtown bee., 1892-05-13
Coming.
"At even, at midnight, or at the cock-crow ing, or the morning."

"It may be in the evening
 When the work of the day is done, And you have time to sit in the twilight And watch the sinking sun. While the long, bright day dies slowly Over the sea, And the hour grows quiet and holy With thoughts of me; While you hear the village children Passing along the street. Among those thronging footsteps
 May come the sound of my feet; Therefore tell you-Watch
 By the light of the evening star, When the room is growing dusky As the clouds afar; Let the door be on the latch
 In your home, For it may be through the gloaming will come. It may be when the midnight
 Is heavy upon the land, And the black waves lying dumbly Along the sand; When the moonless night draws close, And the lights are out in the house, When the fire burns low and red, And the watch is ticking loudly
 Beside the bed LnOuSh you SleepI SAiSu oIt' oi yOuI CohCu Still your heart must wake and watch In the dark room, For ii may be that at midnight will come. It may be at the cock-crow,
 When the night is dying slowly In the sky.
 And the sea looks calm and holy Waiting for the dawn
 Of the golden sun, Which draweth nigh;
 When the mists are on the valleys, shading The rivers chill,
 And my morning star is fading fading Over the hill;
 Behold say to you-Watch Let the door be on the latch In your home. In the chill before the dawning, Between the night and morning. may come. It may be ill the morning,
 When the sun is bright and strong, And the dew is glittering sharply Over the little lawn; When the waves are laughing loudly Along the shore, And the birds are singing swcetly About the door; With a long days work before you, You rise up with the sun, And the nefghbors come in to talk little Of all that must be done; But remember that may be the next To come in at the door, To call you from all your busy work Forevermore; As you work your heart must watch, For the door is on the latch
 In your room, And it may in the morning
 l will come. So He passed down my cottage garden, By the path that leads to the sea, Till he came to the turn of the little road Where the birch and the lahurnum tree Lean over and arch the way;
 Then saw Him moment stay, And turn once more to me
 As wept at the cottage door, And lift up His hands in blessing Then 1 saw His face no more. And stood still in the doorway, Leaning against the wall, Not needing the fair, white roses, Though crushed them and let them fall i; Only looking down the pathway, And looking toward the sea, And wondering, and wondering
 When He would come back for me; Till was aware of an Angel
 Who was going swiftly by, With the gladness of one who goeth In the light of God Most High. He passed the end of the cottage
 Toward the garden gate,- q suppose he was come down
 At the setting of the sun To comfort some one in the village
 Whose dwelling was desolate)- And he paused before the door
 Beside my place, And the likeness of a smile
 Was ou his face: s.Weep not" hs said, afor unto you is givei To watch for the coming of Ills feet Who is the glory ot our blessed heaven; The work and watching will be very swee Even in an eaFthiy home; And in such an hour as you think not He will come" So am watching quietly
 Every day. Whenever the sun shines brightly
 rise and say ssnrely, 1t ia the shining of His face." And look unto the gates of His high place Beyond the sea; For know He Is coming shortly
 To summon me. And whena a shadow falls across the window Of my room, Where am working my appointed task, ! lift my head to watch tho door. and ask If He is come; And the Angel answers sweetly
 Tn my home: s.0nly g few more shadows
 And He will come.'