Dear Father, in this twilight hourI bring a load of sorrow,The longings still unsatisfied,The fears about to-morrow.I bring a lack of gentleness,A misty sense of duty,That word that should have been unsaid,Those thoughts that held no beauty—I lay them down, they are not mine;I rest in Thy safe-keeping;The morning joy is here and now,There is no night of weeping.

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