When Twilight Comes

When twilight comes,
be morn or eve,
a time when cares 
and fears take leave,
when the sun arises,
when the sun does set,
when the trials of the world
have not come yet,
nor will they you beset,
when ferns and flowers
are tender with dew,
when dreams 
that you've dreamt
become alive and new,
when the stir of a breeze
and a rustle in the trees
become as music
to the soul
and the landscape all about
is as a heroic Grecian frieze,
when Time knows no time,
when sorrow has no pain,
when grief is lost forever,
when joy is free to reign
when the heart 
is filled beyond measure
when Love abounds 'til never
then will you see and feel
things more precious
than all the world's 
golden store of treasure.

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