<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=510014" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Vesper Hour</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Soft and holy Vesper Hour—<br>Precursor of the night—<br>How I love thy soothing power,<br>The hush, the fading light;<br>Raising those vain thoughts of ours<br>To higher, holier things—<br>Mingling gleams from Eden’s bowers<br>With earth’s imaginings! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">How thrilling in some grand old fane<br>To hear the Vesper prayer<br>Rise, with the organ’s solemn strain,<br>On incense-laden air;<br>While the last dying smiles of day<br>Athwart the stained glass pour—<br>Flooding with red and golden ray<br>The shrine and chancel floor. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who, at such moment, has not felt<br>Those yearnings, vague, yet sweet,<br>For Heaven’s joys at last to melt,<br>Into fruition meet;<br>And wished, as with rapt soul he viewed<br>That glorious Home above,<br>That earth’s vain thoughts would ne’er intrude<br>On visions of God’s love? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">To this calm hour belongs a sway<br>The bright day cannot wield—<br>Sweet as the evening star’s first ray,<br>Transforming wood and field;<br>Soft’ing gay flowers else too bright<br>And silvering hill and dell;<br>And clothing earth in that mild light<br>The sad heart loves so well.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Rosanna+Eleanor+Leprohon">Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=510014" data-title="The Vesper Hour de Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon" data-description="Soft and holy Vesper Hour— Precursor of the night— How I love thy soothing power, The hush, the fading light; Raising those vain thoughts of ours To higher, holier things— Mingling gleams from Eden’s bowers With earth’s imaginings! How..."></div> </div> </div>

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