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Augusta Larned (1835–1924)

IN quiet hours the tranquil soul

Reflects the beauty of the sky:

No passions rise or billows roll,

And only God and heaven are nigh.

The tides of being ebb and flow,

Creating peace without alloy;

A sacred happiness we know,

Too high for mirth, too deep for joy.

Like birds that slumber on the sea,

Unconscious where the current runs,

We rest in God’s infinity

Of bliss, that circles stars and suns.

His perfect peace has swept from sight

The narrow bounds of time and space,

And looking up with still delight

We catch the glory of his face.