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Hushed is the buzz of the noisy world

George Gissing

Hushed is the buzz of the noisy world, 

Gently each bird to its home is flitting, 

The flags o'er the sun's bright path are furled, 

Soon will each flower with the dew be pearled 

As asleep it lies unwitting. 


Spell-bound is the ever-whispering air, 

For, gazing aloft where the stars are peeping 

In this holy silence everywhere 

Tired Nature speaks in a fervent prayer 

To Him who protects her sleeping.


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