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I stood upon a hill, and watched the death / Of the day's turmoil. Still the glory spread / Cloud-top to cloud-top, and each rearing head / Trembled to crimson. So a mighty breath / From some wild Titan in a rising ire / Might kindle flame in voicing his desire.
Soft stirred the evening air; the pine-crowned hills / Glowed in an answering rapture where the flush / Grew to a blood-drop, and the vesper hush / Moved in my soul, while from my life all ills / Faded and passed away. God's voice was there / And in my heart the silence was a prayer.