| Show COMING it may be inthe evening of the day is ib done and you youl piave have time to t bitin the twilight and watch the sinking sun while the long bright day dies slowly over the sea and the hours grow quiet and holy with thoughts of ma me while you hear the village children passing along the oe street among those thronging footsteps may come the sound of my feet therefore I 1 tell you watch by the light of the evening star when the room is growing dusky As the clouds afar kletthe let the door be an on the latch in your home for it may be in the glo gloaming arning I 1 will come it may many be when the midnight ip heavy upon the land and the blaak waves lying dumbly I 1 along the sand when the moonless mo ouless night draws close when the fires burn low and red and the watch is tie ticking king loudly beside the bil b though you tired out on your 0 couch still your heart must wake and ana i 9 jug ibold I 1 say unto yau watch I 1 let the door doorne be on the latch in your home in the chill before the dawning between the night nigh tand and the morning moaning I 1 may come it may be in the morning when the sun is bright and strong and the dew is glittering sharp lf over oter the little lawn when the waves are laughing loudly along the shore A and nd the littler little birds are singing sweetly about the door With the long days work before you you rise nse up with the sun and the neighbors cope come in to talk a little of all that mut bedone but remember that I 1 may be the next to come in at the door to call you from work forevermore for evermore As you work your heart must watch for the door is on the latch in your room and it may be in the morning I 1 will come so he passed down my cottage garden by the path that leads to the sea pea till he came to the tarn of the little road where the birch and laburnum tree lean over and arch the way there 11 saw him a moment stay and turn once more to me As I 1 wept at the cottage do door and lift up his hands in blessing then I 1 saw his face no more and ancl I 1 stood still in the doorway leaning against the walls wall not heeding the fair white roses thol tho I 1 crushed them and let them f fall all only looking down the pathway and looking towards the sea aud and wondering and won wondering derin 9 when he be would come back tor for me till I 1 was aware of an angel who was going swiftly by with the gladness of one who goeth in the light of god most high he passed the end of the cottage i towards the garden gate 1 I suppose he was comp come down at the setting of the sun to comfort some one in the village whose dwelling was desolate and he passed before the door beside my place and the likeness of a smile was was on his face i weep not he said tor for unto you yon is given to watch for the coming of his feet who is the glory of our blessed heaven the work and watching will be very sweet even in an earthly home and in such an hour as ye think not he will come so I 1 am watching quietly N every everyday day i whenever the sun shines brightly I 1 rise and say sunlight is the shining of his face I 1 I 1 and look unto the gates of his high place beyond the sea tor for I 1 know he is coming aming shortly to summons me and when a shidow shadow falls across the window of my room where I 1 am working my appointed task I 1 lift my head to watch thu the door and ask it if he is come and the angel answers sweetly JU in my home only afew a few more shadows and be will come 11 |
