Classic Poem

Receding day ebbs fast away,
Dark roll the waves of gloaming grey,
Save where afar yon golden light
Of sunset gleams with radiance bright,
And opens in the western sky
A vista to eternity.

The sun hath set, the gloaming's past,
The night-clouds gather thick and fast;
And space and form alike have fled,
And all, save busy thought, is dead,
When lo! amid the eastern sky,
The gentle moon ascends on high.

Light lingers 'mid the mirkest gloom,
Life is not buried in the tomb;
Though Night relieve the weary Day,
The Sun and Moon shall ne'er decay,
Though earth the body's grave must be,
In Heaven is mind's eternity.