Night deepens, and the stars with strengthening rays
Thicken and go upon their lovely ways.
Where are the voices that have vexed us so?
Dear God, how quiet has Thy day become!
The clamorous tongues of Earth are smitten dumb,
Awed with the beauty that Thy work doth show.
PASSION
All life from passion springs.
In holy ecstasy
’Midst whir of angel-wings,