It won’t be long

It won’t be long –

the sun is slowly slipping out of sight;

lengthening shadows deepen into dusk;

still winds whisper;

all is quiet:

it won’t be long

— till night.

It won’t be long –

the tired eyes close,

her strength is nearly gone;

frail hands that ministered to many

lie quiet, still:

Light from another world!

Look up, bereaved!

It won’t be long

— till Dawn!