Silver Twilight

My sun still high was darkened. Spent with tears,

I knew the blighting kiss of early frost.

Along a pathway shadowed by my fears

I held the hand of God till I had crossed

The bridge of hope to peace, and lifted up

My eyes to see the sun. . . . And now I sing

With clearer tones; drink from a star-filled cup

While beauty rims the shadows lingering.

Above the bronzing hills of truth, where still

I garner dreams, I see the first white star

That preludes night. Beyond the last high hill

The dawn will wake new dreams. My eyes afar,

With love about me like an accolade,

I walk the silver twilight unafraid.

The Relief Society Magazine 48 (1961):713