Sunset…glowing, scarlet, golden,
dying in the West,
Mountains soaring, amber purple fire–topped on their crest;
Tree-trops swaying,
lacey, outlined,
Nodding in the breeze,
Rivers gliding, quiet, noble, flowing to the seas;
Soft winds resting, warmly scented,
Blowing here and there,
Echoes signing, faintly dying,
Fading in the air;
Twilight deepening, starlit heavens,
Shining far above,
God’s hand-stretching, kindly, gently,
Blessing us with love.
By Jane Hart
From the Yearbook of Holy Angels School in 1933