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.