Softly the day is dying,
And darkness gathers 'round,
Covering earth with its mantle
Coming without a sound.
In the blue arched dome above us,
One by one the stars peep out
Birds in the trees are sleeping,
There is silence all about,
Far over the distant river,
Appears a silvery space,
A gleaming pathway of radiance
As the moon man shows his face.
Slowly the night advances,
Then fades into the dawn;
We wake with a feeling of gladness,
To find that the night has gone.
Day follows close on its footsteps,
And as we take up our toil once more,
Let us face it with honest endeavor
Greater than ever before.
