Evening
(From Victor Hugo.)
The calm of evening falls upon the plain :1
Here let us rest. The sunset gilds again2
The old arch—silent skies lie over us.3
A far forge answers to the Angelus.4
God on the bell, man on the anvil, strike5
The same key-note ; and star and hearth alike6
Illuminate. Our destiny is here,7
In these two sounds—mysterious—austere.8
They take the helm, my sweet ! they point the way :9
The forge says “ Work ”— the Vesper bell says “ Pray.”10