Chorus of maidens (apropos of 522-528):
[For music, see p. [81]]
‘T is eve; ‘t is night; a holy quiet broods
O’er the mute world—winds, waters are at peace;
The beasts lie couch’d amid unstirring woods,
The fishes slumber in the sounds and seas;
No twitt’ring bird sings farewell from the trees.
Hushed is the dragon’s cry, the lion’s roar;
Beneath her glooms a glad oblivion frees
The heart from care, its weary labors o’er,