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Above:  At Sunset (Between 1900 and 1912), By Charles Davis (1856-1933)

Publisher and Copyright Claimant = Detroit Publishing Company

Image Source = Library of Congress


Reproduction Number = LC-D416-48


Twilight falls with peaceful silence

As the Sun’s last rays are flung

Out across a blue horizon

And the evening hymn is sung.


Who can paint so great a picture

Of the sky with gold inlaid?

Who describe such restful silence

When the light begins to fade?


No mortal’s brush can paint that scene,

No pen describe that hush;

No tongue can tell the soul’s response

To that touch of master-brush.


His life was like the great sunset

At the close of each short day,

Except His glory never fades–

And the sunsets pass away.



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