One Sabbath Evening

The sun is slowly sinking

In the rosy tinted west,

And a quiet peace is stealing

On the blessed day of rest.

I hear the church bells ringing

Their music fills the air,

And footsteps slowly wending

To the holy place of prayer

And my truant thoughts go wandering

To a scene across the sea

Where there are no church bells ringing,

And no time to bend the knee,

There amid the awful carnage

See the hated foe advance,

Where our boys are nobly fighting

Far away somewhere in France.

Does a thought of quiet Sabbath

O’er them cast a magic spell?

Can they hear the church bells ringing

‘Mid the scream of shot and shell?

Ah, no sound like that can reach them

On that plain so far away

But they have this thought to cheer them

We at home will work and pray.

-       Beth