Sundown
Hills, wrapped in gray, standing along the west; Clouds, dimly lighted, gathering slowly; The star of peace at watch above the crest-- Oh, holy, holy, holy! We know, O Lord, so little what is best; Wingless, we move so lowly; But in thy calm all-knowledge let us rest-- Oh, holy, holy, holy!
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"Hills, wrapped in gray, standing along the west;..."
Exploring the themes of classic, John Charles McNeill delivers a powerful performance in "Sundown"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...