Behold the Western Evening Light { Behold the Western Evening Light ST. ASAPH-Attr. to Giovanni M. Giornovichi Behold the Western Evening Light! } Behold the western evening light! It melts in deepening gloom: So calmly Christians sink away, Descending to the tomb. The winds breathe low, the withering gloom: Scarce whispers from the tree: So gently flows the parting breath, When good men cease to be. How beautiful on all the hills The crimson light is shed! 'T is like the peace the Christian gives To mourners round his bed. How mildly on the wandering cloud The sunset beam is cast! 'T is like the memory left behind When loved ones breathe their last. And now above the dews of night The rising star appears: So faith springs in the heart of those Whose eyes are bathed in tears. But soon the morning's happier light Its glory shall restore, And eyelids that are sealed in death Shall wake to close no more.