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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 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 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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