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The New Zealand Railways Magazine, Volume 11, Issue 9 (December 1, 1936)

Eventide

Eventide.

The road, still winding up and on
Over the bare, brown endless hills
Is empty now. The sheep are gone,
And slowly silence comes and fills

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The trees, the hills, the hour, the day
With something far more sweet than sound.
While on the sky-line far away
A filmy saffron veil is found.
And slowly now the sun goes down
And gradual shade with gentle hand
Soothes with a smile the fretful frown
And brusque hot-temper of the land.
Across the stubbly, log-strewn grass
A horse is freed from bit and goad
And now a wearied man may pass
Across the field, along the road.
A star is shining bright and clear,
A gate is reached, a voice is heard.
A child is held and counted dear—
Across the valley sings a bird—
And Bethlehem seems very near.