As keenly as desire, so let me know

Quiet with thee, and twilight's afterglow.

I, who have boasted of my strength and will,

And ventured daring flights, and stood alone

In fearless, flushed defiance, I have grown

Humble, and seek another hand to fill

Life's cup, and other eyes to pierce the skies

Of Wisdom's dear, sad, mighty mysteries.

Ah! I will lie so quiet in thine arms

I will not stir thee; and thy whisperings

Shall teach me patience, and so many things

I have not learned as yet. And all alarms

Will melt in peace when, safe from tempest's rage

My wind-tossed ship has found its anchorage.

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A Song of Rest.

The world may rage without,

Quiet is here;

Statesmen may toil and shout,

Cynics may sneer;

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