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HE shadows of the evening hours Fall from the darkening sky; Upon the fragrance of the flowers The dews of evening lie: Before Thy throne, O Lord of Heaven,
We kneel at close of day;
The sorrows of Thy Servants, Lord,
Oh, do not thou despise;
Before Thy mercy rise;
Upon the darkness rolls:
The shadows on our souls.
Slowly the rays of daylight fade;
So fade within our heart,
That one by one depart:
Within the Heavens shine;—
And trust in things divine.
Let peace, Oh Lord, Thy peace, Oh God,
Upon our souls descend;
Our trembling hearts defend;
Calm and subdue our woes; Through the long day we suffer, Lord,
Oh, give us now repose!
THE INNER CHAMBER.
N the outer Court I was singing,
And I sang till it grew immortal;
For that very song of mine, When re-echoed behind the Portal,
Was filled with a life divine.
Was the Chamber a silver round
Was there hidden within a lyre
Which, as air breathed over its strings, Filled my song with a soul of fire, And sent back my words with wings?
Was some seraph imprisoned there,
And whose lingering, soft despair,
Long I trembled and paused—then parted
And, half fearing, yet eager-hearted,
Now I sing in the court once more,
I sing and I weep all day,
For I know what the echoes say.
Yet I sing not the song of old, Ere I knew whence the echo came,
Ere I opened the door of gold;
But the music sounds just the same.
Then take warning, and turn away;
Do not ask of that hidden thing, Do not guess what the echoes say,
Or the meaning of what I sing.
TRINKET made like a Heart, dear,
Of red gold, bright and fine,
And another heart, warm and tender,
And every throb that stirred it
Sailing over the waters, Watching the far blue land,
It lies in the cold blue waters,
The golden heart which I promised,