MY child, you are tired with the burden and heat
of the day.
Stay awhile and know that I abide with you, and
know that I speak Peace unto your soul.
Dread nothing, fear nothing. Know that all is
well. The day is far spent. The toil has been long,
but evening rest with Me is sweet.
The gathering gloom of night will be to your
heart but the overshadowing wings of the Eternal
Deep in your heart you feel the striving of won-
derful Truths. Faint sense of the Glory to be re-
(Taken from: God at Eventide, 1950, p 60)