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<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Come out into the garden fair</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Where now the brooding eve</span><br/>
Has closed the flowers with its tranquil light,<br/>
And in thy soul let sink the peaceful night;<br/>
For no longer may its gloom achieve<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To trouble our deep prayer.</span><br/>
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Above, the crystal stars are shining forth<br/>
With light translucent and more pure<br/>
Than ever came from out the frozen North;<br/>
Beyond them all, the peaceful skies endure.<br/>
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The million voices of this mystery<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Murmur around thee,</span><br/>
The million laws of nature's realm<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Are stirring about thee.</span><br/>
The silver tides from all the universe o'erwhelm<br/>
Thy heart, but thou hast naught of fear or strife,<br/>
For thy soul knows—it is that love may be,<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The love that is the work of life</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And its mystery in thee.</span><br/>
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Take then this peace the skies have sent,<br/>
And lay it to thy soul, since fear has gone,<br/>
This peace that floats, like some strange dawn,<br/>
Across the midnight of the firmament.<br/>
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