In the stillness of the twilight, earth in earnest lay in wait for the Master in her bosom with a great stone at His gate Sharon scarlet,...

O Father, may Thy Spirit divine come sanctify, hone, and refine: this wayward heart, again incline; its tangled, rasping strains untwine....

His fingers' watercolors stroke the skies and, tickling, tease their laughter till they cry to drench with thronging joy the waiting...

Weep no more, O heav'n resplendent! Stow your tears, your grief is done. Hail the kingly Star ascendant; Bask in glory's rising Sun!...

Crack! the Shepherd's rod comes stinging 'cross my sheepish flanks. The Spirit ministers His blows: though winded, I give thanks. O...