HERE in the quiet eve

My thankful eyes receive

The quiet light.

I see the trees stand fair

Against the faded air,

And star by star prepare

The perfect night.

And in my bosom, lo!

Content and quiet grow

Toward perfect peace.

And now when day is done,

Brief day of wind and sun,

The pure stars, one by one,

Their troop increase.

Keen pleasure and keen grief

Give place to great relief:

Farewell my tears!

Still sounds toward me float;
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