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| WHEN the unquiet hours depart | |
| And far away their tumults cease, | |
| Within the twilight of the heart | |
| We bathe in peace, are stilled with peace. | |
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| The fire that slew us through the day | 5 |
| For angry deed or sin of sense | |
| Now is the star and homeward ray | |
| To us who bow in penitence. | |
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| We kiss the lips of bygone pain | |
| And find a secret sweet in them: | 10 |
| The thorns once dripped with shadowy rain | |
| Are bright upon each diadem. | |
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| Ceases the old pathetic strife, | |
| The struggle with the scarlet sin: | |
| The mad enchanted laugh of life | 15 |
| Tempts not the soul that sees within. | |
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| No riotous and fairy song | |
| Allures the prodigals who bow | |
| Within the home of law, and throng | |
| Before the mystic Father now, | 20 |
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| Where faces of the elder years, | |
| High souls absolved from grief and sin, | |
| Leaning from out ancestral spheres | |
| Beckon the wounded spirit in. | |
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