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A Year of Poetry – Day 37

Day is done, gone the sun
From the lakes, from the hills, from the sky
All is well, safely rest
God is nigh
Fading light dims the sight
And a star gems the sky, gleaming bright
From afar, drawing near
Falls the night
Thanks and praise for our days
Neath the sun, neath the stars, neath the sky
As we go, this we know
God is nigh.

— Horace Lorenzo Trim, Taps

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3 Comments

  1. Suz

     /  May 30, 2016

    I know the tune very well, just never realized there were words. Sounds silly, I guess. The sound of a bugle playing this tune always brings a lump to my throat and tears. That is a very lovely poem.

  2. Chills down the back… sigh

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