IT is a beauteous evening, calm and free; The holy time is quiet as a nun Breathless with adoration; the broad sun Is smiling down in its tranquillity; The gentleness of heaven is on 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. appeat'st untouch'd 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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