At Dawn
A SUDDEN stillness, O, how deep and sweet!
A rich, devotional calm that seems to rise
In dewy fragrance from the earth, to greet
The solemn glory in the eastern skies!
The faint, ethereal harmonies of night,
Tuned to the dreaming ear, have died away;
Nor yet the timid touch of early light
Has waked the stormy discords of the day.
Sleep reigns. The spirit of this holy hour
Soothes all her weary children on her breast,
Man, tossing in his dreams, bird, beast and flower,
She sprinkles with the gracious balm of rest
A rich, devotional calm that seems to rise
In dewy fragrance from the earth, to greet
The solemn glory in the eastern skies!
The faint, ethereal harmonies of night,
Tuned to the dreaming ear, have died away;
Nor yet the timid touch of early light
Has waked the stormy discords of the day.
Sleep reigns. The spirit of this holy hour
Soothes all her weary children on her breast,
Man, tossing in his dreams, bird, beast and flower,
She sprinkles with the gracious balm of rest
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