  Silently, to lowly minds, God communicates His grace, And the wondering spirit finds The dear favor of His face. Secretly the Voice divine Whispers low to each, apart; Suddenly, without a sign, Glows His presence in the heart. Like the light of evening star, Reigns the peace that heals all strife; Passionless as lilies are, Love enthrones the heavenly life. Silently the morning breaks, And the shadows flee away; So, in death, the soul awakes To the light of endless day!
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