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 (O hallowed hour, unearthly fair! O stainless deeps of purple air! O silver stars on high, Watching with all-compassionate gaze Those who along earth's dusky ways Wander alone, as I!)—

Then, floating down some starry beam, A glorious thought, a golden dream, Falls on my heart like dew; And fancy's sun-besmitten flowers, That languished through the noontide hours, Lift their sweet heads anew!

And tones of earth's pathetic strain Are wafted through my wakened brain; And from the shadowy skies— O hush! O hark! and thou shalt hear, Echoed from shining sphere to sphere, The Eternal Harmonies! Herbert Tucker.