CCLXIV It is a beauteous evening, calm and free;

The holy time is quiet as a Nun

Breathless with adoration; the broad sun

Is sinking down in its tranquillity;

The gentleness of heaven is on the Sea:

Listen! the mighty Being is awake,

And doth with his eternal motion make

A sound like thunder -- everlastingly.

Dear Child! dear Girl! that walkest with me here,

If thou appear untouch'd by solemn thought,

Thy nature is not therefore less divine:

Thou liest in Abraham's bosom all the year,

And worship'st at the Temple's inner shrine,

GOD being with thee when we know it not.