The Thousand Word Project - Eventide

On the dewy breath of ev­en

Thousand od­ors ming­ling rise,

Borne like in­cense up to Heav­en,

Nature’s ev­en­ing sac­ri­fice.

With her frag­rant of­fer­ings blend­ing,

Let our glad thanks­giv­ings be—

To Thy throne, O lord, as­cend­ing—

Incense of our hearts to Thee.

Julia A. Elliott