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Ah, holy midnight of the soul, / When stars alone are high; / When winds are resting at their goal, / And sea-waves only sigh!
Ambition faints from out the will; / Asleep sad longing lies; / All hope of good, all fear of ill, / All need of action dies;
Because God is, and claims the life / He kindled in thy brain; / And thou in him, rapt far from strife, / Diest and liv'st again.