Softly the evening came /with the sunset/.
To charm, to strengthen, and to teach: these are the three great chords of might.
The smoking flax before it burst to flame Was quenched by death, and broken the bruised reed.
Every dew-drop and rain-drop had a whole heaven within it.
Man is unjust, but God is just; and finally justice triumphs.
And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares, that infest the day, Shall fold their tents like the Arabs, and silently steal away.