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THE HUSH OF NIGHT.
The Hush of Night!—the Majesty of Stars!
How do these chide our secret bosomed wars,
Oh! who can look from troubled Earth to Heaven
Nor feel how much they have to be forgiven!
How do these chide our secret bosomed wars,
Oh! who can look from troubled Earth to Heaven
Nor feel how much they have to be forgiven!
While thoughts strike thoughts—as spears strike spears—to bring
Wild jars—vain flashes—but no worthier thing,
Say, dare we think these strifes that never cease,
Can please the Almighty Author of all Peace?
Wild jars—vain flashes—but no worthier thing,
Say, dare we think these strifes that never cease,
Can please the Almighty Author of all Peace?
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