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Poem
September 2, 1880
The Post
Middleburg, Snyder County, Pennsylvania
What is this article about?
A devotional poem portraying sinners as lost sheep wandering through hardships, pleading with the Lord as Shepherd to guide them home in the evening, using biblical imagery of folds, thorns, and darkness.
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OCR Quality
95%
Excellent
Full Text
Poetry.
At Evening.
Upon the hills the wind is sharp and cold,
The sweet young grasses wither on the wold,
And we, oh Lord, have wandered from thy fold,
But evening brings us home,
Among the miles we stumbled, and the rocks,
Where the brown lichen whitens, and the fox
catches the straggler from the scattered flocks:
But evening brings us home:
The sharp thorns prick us, and our tender feet
Are cut and bleeding, and the lambs repeat
Their pitiful complaints—oh, rest in sweet,
When evening brings us home.
We have been wounded by the hunter's dart.
Our eyes are very heavy, and our heart
Search for thy coming—when the light departs,
At evening bring us home,
The darkness gathers. Through the gloom no star
Clears to guide us. We have wandered far.
Without thy lamp we know not where we are—
At evening bring us home.
The clouds are round us, and the snow drifts thicken.
Oh, thou dear Shepherd, leave us not to sicken
In the waste night—our tardy footsteps quicken.
At evening bring us home.
At Evening.
Upon the hills the wind is sharp and cold,
The sweet young grasses wither on the wold,
And we, oh Lord, have wandered from thy fold,
But evening brings us home,
Among the miles we stumbled, and the rocks,
Where the brown lichen whitens, and the fox
catches the straggler from the scattered flocks:
But evening brings us home:
The sharp thorns prick us, and our tender feet
Are cut and bleeding, and the lambs repeat
Their pitiful complaints—oh, rest in sweet,
When evening brings us home.
We have been wounded by the hunter's dart.
Our eyes are very heavy, and our heart
Search for thy coming—when the light departs,
At evening bring us home,
The darkness gathers. Through the gloom no star
Clears to guide us. We have wandered far.
Without thy lamp we know not where we are—
At evening bring us home.
The clouds are round us, and the snow drifts thicken.
Oh, thou dear Shepherd, leave us not to sicken
In the waste night—our tardy footsteps quicken.
At evening bring us home.
What sub-type of article is it?
Hymn
What themes does it cover?
Religious Faith
What keywords are associated?
Evening Prayer
Wandering Sheep
Shepherd Guidance
Religious Devotion
Lost Sinners
Poem Details
Title
At Evening.
Form / Style
Rhymed Quatrains
Key Lines
But Evening Brings Us Home,
At Evening Bring Us Home.
Oh, Thou Dear Shepherd, Leave Us Not To Sicken