O’er silent field and lonely lawn
Her dusky mantle night hath drawn;
At twilight’s holy, heartfelt hour,
In man his better soul hath power.
The passions are at peace within,
And stilled each stormy thought of sin;
The yielding bosom, overawed,
Breathes love to man, and love to God.
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First Line: | O'er silent field and lonely lawn |
Title: | Even-Tide |
Author: | Goethe |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1866 |
Notes: | Public Domain. |