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HERBERT TUCKER.
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(O hallowed hour, unearthly fair!
O stainless deeps of purple air!
O silver stars on high,
Watching with all-compassionate gaze
Those who along earth's dusky ways
Wander alone, as I!)—
Then, floating down some starry beam,
A glorious thought, a golden dream,
Falls on my heart like dew;
And fancy's sun-besmitten flowers,
That languished through the noontide hours,
Lift their sweet heads anew!
And tones of earth's pathetic strain
Are wafted through my wakened brain;
And from the shadowy skies—
O hush! O hark! and thou shalt hear,
Echoed from shining sphere to sphere,
The Eternal Harmonies!
Herbert Tucker.
