THE TWILIGHT HOUR.
Reading edition
Children, who read these little rhymes, Out of the Twilight-land sent clear, There’s many a one in these hurrying times, Has not the time, like you, to hear. But, children, this is your hour indeed; And this is its beauty, this its power, That all you love and that all you need Comes to your hearts in the twilight hour. This is the hour when dreams come true, And life has never a tear or care, When those you have lost come back to you, And all your castles are strong and fair. Then, children, who read, and I who write,— Shall we not pray with all our power, That whatever we lose of the world’s delight, We lose not the peace of the twilight hour?
