"NO ONE TAKETH YOUR PEACE AWAY."
THE long week's close: how sweet and clear
The curfew greets the tired world's ear!
"In sleep by night and in rest by day,
Peace be yours!" it seems to say.
The curfew greets the tired world's ear!
"In sleep by night and in rest by day,
Peace be yours!" it seems to say.
Then folds the world its countless hands;
Unheeded slide the drowsy sands,
This last sweet night of the rounded seven
Falling noiselessly out of heaven.
Unheeded slide the drowsy sands,
This last sweet night of the rounded seven
Falling noiselessly out of heaven.
In depths of more celestial blue
The sacred morn unfolds anew,
As if to yield to the weary breast
Balm of beauty as well as rest.
The sacred morn unfolds anew,
As if to yield to the weary breast
Balm of beauty as well as rest.
How hushed! the silence-quickened ear
Turned heavenward can almost hear
The white cloud trail, and the arrow of light
Earthward speeding in golden flight.
Turned heavenward can almost hear
The white cloud trail, and the arrow of light
Earthward speeding in golden flight.
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