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 All silver white when mystic twilight falls The fair sweet lilies in their order stand, Shrined in the deepening dusk, a radiant band, Like Saints adoring in their fretted stalls, The meeting waters seam to hush their brawls And slip more softly o’er the narrow strand As, waiting an unuttered anthem grand, The listening silence all the sense enthrals, Slowly the darkness gathers—one bright star From the dim chancel sends a lonely ray. No longer is our Heaven remote and far, For, in a moment we can find the way, Into its happy precincts, none can bar The great cathedral open night and day.