All shadows of clouds the sun cannot hide
like the moon cannot stop oceanic tide;
but a hidden star can still be smiling
at night's black spell on darkness, beguiling
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Quiet the trees; quiet the creepers all. In the sky's tranquil lap burns the sun's ray. In my heart's temple doth the silence fall, Worshipping Thee, Thou, Silent Majestic. Thou Replenishest this tranquil heart. O Thou Eternal, Absolute, with silence fill Me and with song, in secret, silent, still.