Gently down the stream of time,
Floats my barque toward the sea;
Sweetly peals the evening chime,
Sweet the music sounds to me:
And the booming of the gun
Tells me of departing day__
That the sun his course has run:
Still I wander far away.
Now the shadows 'round me fall,
And the bugle sounds tattoo,
And I hear the sentry call
As my thoughts return to you.
"Do they think of me at home?"
Is the thought that comes to me:
While in distant lands I roam
Is there one who thinks of me?
I have wandered far away
From the ones that's dear to me,
But I cannot always stay,
For my loved ones I must see.
E'er mine eyes are closed in sleep
And I enter dreamland fair,
Lord, wilt thou thy servant keep__
Listen to his evening prayer?
Let my sins be all forgiven,
Bless the ones so dear to me,
Take us, when we die, to Heaven,
Ever more to dwell with Thee.
In thy vineyard here below
May we toil till set of sun,
As we through the shadows go
Hear the Master's voice, "Well done."
__Benjamin F. Morland.