Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900.
By William HenryFurness150 Evening Hymn
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Down around the weary world
Falls the darkness; oh, how still
Is the working of Thy will!
Work in me as silently,
Veil the day’s distracting sights,
Show me heaven’s eternal lights.
Countless stars, a wondrous birth!
So may gleams of glory dart
Through the dim abyss, my heart;
In the boundless realms of thought,
High and infinite desires,
Burning like those upper fires.
Let them break upon my sight,
Let them shine unclouded, still,
And with light my being fill.
Thou art here within me too;
Be the perfect peace of God
Here as there now shed abroad.
To that perfect harmony,
Which, beyond the power of sound,
Fills the universe around.