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The sleeping tarn is dark / Below the wooded hill. / Save for its homing sounds, / The twilit world grows still.
And I am left to muse / In grave-eyed mystery, / And watch the stars come out / As sandalled dusk goes by.
And now the light is gone, / The drowsy murmurs cease, / And through the still unknown / I wonder whence comes peace.
Then softly falls the word / Of one beyond a name, / "Peace only comes to him / Who guards his life from shame, --
"Who gives his heart to love, / And holding truth for guide, / Girds him with fearless strength, / That freedom may abide. "