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Into the darkness and the hush of night / Slowly the landscape sinks, and fades away, / And with it fade the phantoms of the day, / The ghosts of men and things, that haunt the light, / The crowd, the clamor, the pursuit, the flight, / The unprofitable splendor and display, / The agitations, and the cares that prey / Upon our hearts, all vanish out of sight. / The better life begins; the world no more / Molests us; all its records we erase / From the dull common-place book of our lives, / That like a palimpsest is written o'er / With trivial incidents of time and place, / And lo! the ideal, hidden beneath, revives.