.
.
It
is a beauteous evening
It is a beauteous evening, calm and free;
The holy time is quiet
as a nun
Breathless with adoration;
the broad sun
Is sinking down in its tranquillity;
The gentleness of heaven broods o'er the sea;
Listen! the mighty Being
is awake,
And doth with his eternal
motion make
A sound like thunder - everlastingly.
Dear Child! dear Girl! that walkest with me here
If thou appear untouched
by solemn thought,
Thy nature is not therefore less divine:
Thou liest in Abraham's bosom all the year;
And worshipp'st at the Temple's inner shrine,
God being with thee
when we know it not.
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