The river in the horizon underneath—”
“Your Jordan, ere your promis’d land!” she said;
“You need baptizing for your harden’d heart.”
“Ah me!” I sigh’d, yet strangely; for there seem’d,
While all the way the twilight thicker sank,
Sweet silence luring dreamward wind and bird
Until the reverent air lay hush’d where came
The hallowing influence of holier stars.
And, all the way, deep folding round my soul,
With every nerve vibrating at its touch,