Peace.

The calm outgoing of a long, rich day,         Checkered with storm and sunshine, gloom and light,     Now passing in pure, cloudless skies away,         Withdrawing into silence of blank night.         Thick shadows settle on the landscape bright,     Like the weird cloud of death that falls apace     On the still features of the passive face.     Soothing and gentle as a mother's kiss,         The touch that stopped the beating of the heart.     A look so blissfully serene as this,         Not all the joy of living could impart.     With dauntless faith and courage therewithal,     The Master found her ready at his call.     On such a golden evening forth there floats,         Between the grave earth and the glowing sky     In the clear air, unvexed with hazy motes,         The mystic-winged and flickering butterfly,         A human soul, that drifts at liberty,     Ah! who can tell to what strange paradise,     To what undreamed-of fields and lofty skies.!