Anear the patient hills wait with the night
Whose shadow clings, nor hasteth to be gone.
A passionate silence filleth all the earth——
No wind-swept pine to solemn anthem stirred,
No distant chirp from matin-keeping bird,
Nor any pattering sound of leafy mirth.
And seems that waiting silence to enfold
All mystery of life, all doubt and fear,
All patient trusting through the darkness here,
All perfect promise that the heavens hold.