When evening shadows fall, <br />She hangs her cares away <br />Like empty garments on the wall <br />That hides her from the day; <br />And while old memories throng, <br />And vanished voices call, <br />She lifts her grateful heart in song <br />When evening shadows fall. <br /> <br />Her weary hands forget <br />The burdens of the day. <br />The weight of sorrow and regret <br />In music rolls away; <br />And from the day's dull tomb, <br />That holds her in its thrall, <br />Her soul springs up in lily bloom <br />When evening shadows fall. <br /> <br />O weary heart and hand, <br />Go bravely to the strife-- <br />No victory is half so grand <br />As that which conquers life! <br />One day shall yet be thine-- <br />The day that waits for all <br />Whose prayerful eyes are things divine <br />When evening shadows fall.<br /><br />James Whitcomb Riley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-evening-shadows-fall/
