THE CHRYSANTHEMUM—DECLINING YEARS. 
67 
T evening time let there be light:— 
Life’s little day draws near its close, 
Around me fall the shades of night, 
The night of death, the grave’s repose; 
To crown my joys, to end my woes, 
At evening time let there he light. 
At evening time let there he light:— 
Stormy and dark has been my day; 
Yet rose the morn benignly bright, 
Dews, birds, and flowers, cheered all the way; 
Oh, for one sweet, one parting ray ! 
At evening time let there he light. 
At evening time there shall he light:— 
For God hath said, ‘ So let it be :’ 
Fear, doubt, and anguish take their flight, 
His glory now is risen on me; 
Mine eyes shall His salvation see: 
’Tis evening time ; and there is light. 
J. Montgomery. 
L AST smile of the departing year, 
Thy sister sweets are flown ! 
Thy pensive wreath is far more dear 
For blooming thus alone ! 
Thy tender blush, thy simple frame, 
Unnoticed might he past: 
But now thou com’st with softer claim, 
The loveliest and the last. 
Sweet are the charms in thee we find, 
Emblems of Hope’s gay wing; 
’Tis thine to call past bloom to mind, 
To promise future Spring. 
