Day is far spent, the shadows lengthen round us,
Bright shine the gates of sunset on our sight;
Break one by one the tender ties that bound us,
Yet to our souls at evening there is light.
Long tossed by waves, by tempests beat and broken,
Fair sleeps our port beneath the sunset blest;
Calmly we glide to realms of peace unbroken,
In that bright haven of eternal rest.
Breezes of balm blow from those shores immortal;
Soft sleep the billows in the radiance fair;
Angelic forms beside each heav’nly portal
Wait to receive, and bid us welcome there.
No foeman’s oar shall vex those placid waters,
No gallant ship shall ever pass thereby;
No parting friends, or weeping sons and daughters,
Shall breathe their sighs beneath that cloudless day.
Hushed is the jar of earth’s discordant noises;
Blest is the silence, holy is the calm;
While from the shore sound pure immortal voices,
Chanting sweet snatches of an angel’s psalm.
Farewell to earth, its sorrows and its gladness;
Its clouds and gloom are fading from my sight;
Welcome the shores that know no tears or sadness,
The day declines; at evening there is light!