And mingle with the city's murmured rifts.

While twilight covers all with mysteries,

There is the roll of train or army truck;

A mother calls her three year old within.

The most of us preparing for the night;

Some go their way to labor for their luck,

And others toil that we may rest or spin.

God guards the whole until the morning light.

THE MORNING

The morning freshened with the dew of night,

Was glad with crowing cock and singing bird;

And through the mists came hope and kindly word.

The east aglow with early amber light.

As perking coffee roused the hungry sprite;

Beside the hearth a friendly pussy purred,

And in a crib a blue-eyed baby stirred,

Awakened from sweet slumber of the night.

O dawning! Here with all her usual charm.

Another day to toil for child and friend,

One hour to praise our God, while hatreds ebbed;

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