Midnight
The air is dark and fragrant With memories of a shower, And sanctified with stillness By this most holy hour. The leaves forget to whisper Of soft and secret things, And every bird is silent, With folded eyes and wings. O blessed hour of midnight, Of sleep and of release, Thou yieldest to the toiler The wages of thy peace. And I, who have not laboured, Nor borne the heat of noon, Receive thy tranquil quiet-- An undeserved boon. Yes, truly God is gracious, Who makes His sun to shine Upon the good and evil, And idle lives like mine. Upon the just and unjust He sends His rain to fall, And gives this hour of blessing Freely alike to all.
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"The air is dark and fragrant..."
This evocative piece by Robert Fuller Murray, titled "Midnight", represents a masterful exploration of classic. The lines capture a profound emotional resonance... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...