A twilight of trees,

Give unto a silence golden,

which meets the special needs,

of the tender hearts spoken.

For they bequeath the dreams of scarlet lilies

Which bloom majestically upon a grassy hill,

Beholding to all their radiant, but silent glory,

which replenishes the sodden soul its fill.

For this twilight of trees has granted splendor,

And cast a shadow not on this heart so tender.

So I shall lie me down on this misty hill,

And sleep the faithful sleep of angels,

For I have seen His glory…felt His love, and have drank my fill.