Silent are the feet of evening
Soft is its breath and still.
Gentle are its dusky foot-falls
Over the crest of the hill.
Slowly do the vistas ‘round us grow dim
In the fading light.
Peaceful is the quiet evening;
Calm and serene is the night.
Breathless every child of the father,
Gazeth on the work of his lord;
Speechless every heart that is human
Trusteth anew in his word.
Silent are the feet of evening,
Soft is its breath and still, still, still.
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