Danske Dandridge (Данске Дэндридж)

Silence

Come down from the aerial height,
Spirit of the summer night!
Come softly stepping from the slender Moon,
Where thou dost lie upon her gentle breast,
And bring a boon
Of silence and of solace for our rest.
           
Or lift us, lift our souls to that bright place
Where she doth hide her face;
Lap us in light and cooling fleece, and steep
Our hearts in stillness; drench in drowsy dreams;
Grant us the pleasant langour that beseems
And rock our sleep.
           
Quell thy bared lightning in the sombre west;
Quiet thy thunder-dogs that bay the Moon;
Soothe the day's fretting, like a tender nurse;
Breathe on our spirits 'till they be in tune:
Were it not best
To hush all noises in the universe,
And bless with solemn quietude, that thus
The still, small voice of God might speak to us?

1. The Spirit of the Fall
2. Telepathy
3. The Night Watch
4. Beneath the Pines
5. Lost at Sea

Charles Towne (Чарльз Таун) Silence ("I need not shout my faith. Thrice eloquent")

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