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Where the peace of even lies, / And the low'ring purples rest, / Under amethystine skies, / Is the mystery of the West.
In the colour-blending shroud / Of the glories of the heat, / Where the myriad tones of cloud / Glow and fade in their retreat,
There the soul of peace lies still, / In the secret of the eve, / In the shadows of the hill, / Where the colours spin and weave
All the textures for the skies, / All the yearnings of the heart, / All the gleams in lovely eyes -- / In the wonder-colour part
Lies the soul of peace. And thou!
Dearest mystery of my life, / With thy colours me endow, / In the murk and gloom of strife.
Radiant! Clothe me in thy soul -- / Sanctuary of my rest.
Let thy mingling colours roll, / Deep, around me in thy West.