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Poem
September 30, 1824
The Wilmingtonian, And Delaware Register
Wilmington, New Castle County, Delaware
What is this article about?
A devotional poem depicting a serene Sunday evening where the night sky serves as God's temple, illuminated by stars, and reflecting on divine benevolence guiding humanity through life to death.
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SUNDAY EVENING.
Gently the shades of night descend,
Thy temple, Lord! is calm and still:
A thousand lamps of ether blend,
A thousand fires that temple fill,
To honor Thee; 'tis bright and fair
As if the very heavens, imprest
With thy pure image smiling there,
In all their loveliest robes were drest.
Yet Thou canst turn Thy friendly eye
From that inmeasurable throne;
Thou, smiling on humanity,
Dost claim earth's children for Thine own,
And gently, kindly lead them through
Life's varied scenes of joy and gloom;
'Till evening's pale and pearly dew
Wets the green sod that decks their tomb.
Gently the shades of night descend,
Thy temple, Lord! is calm and still:
A thousand lamps of ether blend,
A thousand fires that temple fill,
To honor Thee; 'tis bright and fair
As if the very heavens, imprest
With thy pure image smiling there,
In all their loveliest robes were drest.
Yet Thou canst turn Thy friendly eye
From that inmeasurable throne;
Thou, smiling on humanity,
Dost claim earth's children for Thine own,
And gently, kindly lead them through
Life's varied scenes of joy and gloom;
'Till evening's pale and pearly dew
Wets the green sod that decks their tomb.
What sub-type of article is it?
Hymn
Ode
What themes does it cover?
Religious Faith
Death Mourning
What keywords are associated?
Sunday Evening
Gods Temple
Night Sky
Divine Providence
Humanity
Life And Death
Religious Devotion
Poem Details
Title
Sunday Evening.
Subject
Sunday Evening Reflection On God's Temple And Human Life
Key Lines
Gently The Shades Of Night Descend,
Thy Temple, Lord! Is Calm And Still:
Thou, Smiling On Humanity,
Dost Claim Earth's Children For Thine Own,
'Till Evening's Pale And Pearly Dew
Wets The Green Sod That Decks Their Tomb.