See Dear the Day is Done See dear — the day is done The dews fall gently on the closing Flowers The stars light up the heaven one by one With shining thoughts born out of love like ours Look dear — the crescent moon Pours her perfection, pale and pure above Till everything is glorified and bright Even as our dark hearts are lit by love Sleep dear — sweet dreams be thine Yet when thou wakest — still enfold my hand With potent touch — invisible — divine And lead me through life’s shadows to love’s land Edith Ashmore Baker