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 Tranquility; The Gentleness Of Heaven Broods O'Er 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 Untouched 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.