Peace

CICELY L. BLOCK

How lovely is the soft gray dusk,
When all the earth is still,
When flowers are closed, and birds are hushed,
And pearl-mist veils the hill!
Then turns my heart to thoughts of peace,
To God, who tenderly
Enfolds all nature in His arms,—
Our loving Father He.
Like gentle dove His gracious care
Keeps all in beauty blest,
And waits till every weary one
Shall find His perfect rest.