This eventide, a hymn in Sabbath preparation with words ascribed to Goethe...O'er silent field and lonely lawn
her dusky mantle night hath drawn;
At twilight's holy, heartfelt hour,
In man his better soul hath power.
The passions are at peace within,
And stilled each stormy thought of sin;
The yielding bosom, overawed,
Breathes love to man, and love to God.
Blessings
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