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XXIV
TO NIGHT
Thou canst console our sad humanityWith dreams of unimagined loveliness,
Or cast the shadow of forgetfulness
Over the haggard eyes of memory.
The deep unrest of man's infinity
Thou canst appease, for all thy stars confess
The living soul's imprisoned loneliness,
And heart finds liberty alone in thee.
Thou shalt complete us all who love and learn
The secret of thy silences, till we
Arise regenerate from the throes of strife,
And in thine all-receptive peace discern
The ineffable presence of eternity
Waiting forever at the gates of life.
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