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WITHOUT AND WITHIN

Softly the gold has faded from the sky,
 Slowly the stars have gathered one by one,
Calmly the crescent moon mounts up on high,
 And the long day is done.

With quiet heart my garden-walks I tread,
 Feeling the beauty that I cannot see;
Beauty and fragrance all around me shed
 By flower, and shrub, and tree.

Often I linger where the roses pour
 Exquisite odors from each glowing cup;
Or where the violet, brimmed with sweetness o'er,
 Lifts its small chalice up.

With fragrant breath the lilies woo me now,
 And softly speaks the sweet-voiced mignonette,
While heliotropes, with meekly lifted brow,
 Say to me, "Go not yet."

So for awhile I linger, but not long.
 High in the heavens rideth fiery Mars,
Careering proudly 'mid the glorious throng,
 Brightest of all the stars.

But softly gleaming through the curtain's fold,
 The home-star beams with more alluring ray,
And, as a star led sage and seer of old,
 So it directs my way;