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Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900.

By William HenryFurness

150 Evening Hymn

SLOWLY by God’s hand unfurled,

Down around the weary world

Falls the darkness; oh, how still

Is the working of Thy will!

Mighty Maker! Here am I,—

Work in me as silently,

Veil the day’s distracting sights,

Show me heaven’s eternal lights.

From the darkened sky come forth

Countless stars, a wondrous birth!

So may gleams of glory dart

Through the dim abyss, my heart;

Living worlds to view be brought

In the boundless realms of thought,

High and infinite desires,

Burning like those upper fires.

Holy truth, eternal right,

Let them break upon my sight,

Let them shine unclouded, still,

And with light my being fill.

Thou art there. Oh, let me know,

Thou art here within me too;

Be the perfect peace of God

Here as there now shed abroad.

May my soul attunëd be

To that perfect harmony,

Which, beyond the power of sound,

Fills the universe around.