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the shelter of thy calm, O Night,
 * I loose the garish vestures of the day,
 * With trembling hand unbind and fling away

The cap and bells that made the crowd's delight; Screened from the world's uncomprehending sight,
 * Deep in thy healing silences I lay
 * The bruised and fettered soul that doth but pray

To be encompassed by the Infinite.

Receive my tears, O Night, and with thy space,
 * Thy unimpassioned vastness, cover me;

Make me to find my natural, lowly place—
 * Become once more a child, and learn the mood
 * Of larger things, until obedient, free,
 * I lose myself within thy magnitude.