THE MESSAGE OF TEH NIGHT.

THE MESSAGE OF TEH NIGHT.
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The moon burns on the brow or yonder hill.
The hour is late, the night is still;
White clover-stars shine everywhere.
Their breath spills on the moveless oveless alr

Perchance you know that one long mournful cry
Blown from some bird-throat/ full and high;
Is it a note of tender woes?
Or lonely joys?….Who knows who knows?

But near the hurried panting of the mill;
One cricket pipes; all else is still_
Nay, what lone mourner have we here?
The last frog by the reeded mere.

Below. the sea lies cool and still, at rest.
With stars set in her dimpled b dreaming in
The drowned lie drea breast; eir graves.
Held by the curled arms of the v waves.

But most serene.and beautiful and high
The moon moves on across the sky. may cease-
And blood may run or wars me
Ils word is always Peace, Sweet Peace!”

And do but think how constantly and true
The stars shine in the silent blue.
Of those mysterious deeps above –
To breathe of steadfast, holy love.

Yea while the earth lies passionless, asleep,
These words sink, tremulous and deep
And clear as any silver bell –
“God is awake and all is well!”
Ella Migginson