This song of nightfall is by the Rev. Archibald Haddon:

The tangled threads, the untilled field,
The words unsaid, the tasks half done,
Battles unfought, and wounds unhealed,
Must wait until another sun.

Stars move, the tides and rivers roll,
Grass grows, rain falls on vale and hill.
And deep in my unconscious soul
The sleepless life of God works still.

I rest on thy unwearied mind;
Thy planning and thy love go on,
Nor dost thou leave me far behind;
I'm carried to another dawn.

The new day breaks. From earth's old mold
Fresh flowers grow along my way.
New light is flashed on problems old;
On ancient life new forces play.

O wondrous, wakeful Warden! When
The last green nightfall comes to me,
From that deep slumber rouse me then,
That I Thy tireless child may be.