PARADOX HILL: "FROM APPALACHIA TO LUNAR SHORE, REVISED EDITION"

LETTER WRITTEN AT TWILIGHT

97 LETTER WRITTEN AT TWILIGHT Tired men of every nation, Wherever you may be— On burning plain or hill top Or on the burning sea— One moment pause at twilight there And stretch your hands with me. For now the rain has come at last— The cool and silver calm, Whose simple meaning of the past Is now our only balm; So where you are in all the earth, Whoever you may be— One moment pause at twilight there And stretch your hands with me, And stretch them forth as brothers do— As brothers now in pain— As brothers stretch our hands to bless The falling of the rain. . . . ...