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Comes, at times, a stillness as of even,
Steeping the soul in memories of love,
As when the glow is sinking out of heaven,
As when the twilight deepens in the grove.
Comes, at length, a sound of many voices,
As when the waves break lightly on the shore,
As when at dawn the feathered choir rejoices,
Singing aloud, because the night is o'er.
Comes, at times, a voice of days departed,
On the dying breath of evening borne,
Sinks then the traveller, faint and wearyhearted,
"Long is the way," it whispers, "and forlorn."
Comes, at last, a voice of thrilling gladness,
Borne on the breezes of the rising day,
Saying, "The Lord shall make an end of sadness,"
Saying, "The Lord shall wipe all tears away."
