Another day is numbered with the past; Another night is given us for rest; Father, my spirit at Thy feet I cast, Oh, gather it unto Thy loving breast. Nightly Thou sendest rest to all the earth, Sendest a time for silence and returning; O Father! teach me all the holy worth Of the still hours when Thy clear stars are burning. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JOURNEY TO A KNOWN PLACE by HAYDEN CARRUTH ON TALK OF PEACE AT THIS TIME by ROBERT FROST |