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 "Thou hast thus roused each slumbering might, And framed thy soul to be Fit now to climb yon starry height;—  Come, then, and follow me."

HYMN BY TWILIGHT.

See the hues of evening fading From the sky and tranquil bay; See the groves, with deeper shading, Brown the dale as fails the ray.

Hear the distant torrent falling, Hear the note of whip-poor-will, Hear the shepherd homeward calling Flocks that bleat on lonely hill.

See yon cloud the distance glooming, Hear its far-off thunder roar, Hear the distant ocean's booming Billows beat the eternal shore.

God is in the hues of heaven Fading from the sky and bay; God is in the shades of even, That chase the heavenly hues away.

God is in the torrent falling, In the song of whip-poor-will, In the voice of shepherd calling, In the bleating on the hill,

In the cloud the distance glooming, In the distant thunder's roar, In the far-off ocean booming On his everlasting shore.