One of the sweet old chapters,
After a day like this:
The day brought tears and trouble,
The evening brings no kiss,
Nor rest in the arms I long for—
Rest, and refuge, and home;
Grieved, and lonely, and weary,
Unto the Book I come.
One of the sweet old chapters—
The love that blossoms through
His care of the birds and lilies
Out in the meadow dew.
His evening lies soft around them;
Their faith is simply to be;
Ah! hushed by the tender lesson.
My God, let me rest in Thee.
~Poem By S. P. Bartlett~