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Lucy Maud Montgomery - Midnight in Camp
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Night in the unslumbering forest! From the free,
  Vast pinelands by the foot of man untrod,
Blows the wild wind, roaming rejoicingly
  This wilderness of God;
And the tall firs that all day long have flung
  Balsamic odors where the sunshine burned,
  Chant to its harping primal epics learned
When this old world was young. 

Beyond the lake, white, girdling peaks uplift
  Untroubled brows to virgin skies afar,
And o`er the uncertain water glimmers drift
  Of fitful cloud and star.
Sure never day such mystic beauty held
  As sylvan midnight here in this surcease
  Of toil, when the kind darkness gives us peace
Garnered from years of eld. 

Lo! Hearken to the mountain waterfall
  Laughing adown its pathway to the glen
And nearer, in the cedars, the low call
  Of brook to brook again;
Voices that garish daytime may not know
  Wander at will along the bosky steeps,
  And silent, silver-footed moonlight creeps
Through the dim glades below. 

Oh, it is well to waken with the woods
  And feel, as those who wait with God alone,
The forest`s heart in these rare solitudes
  Beating against our own.
Close-shut behind us are the gates of care,
  Divinity enfolds us, prone to bless,
  And our souls kneel. Night in the wilderness
Is one great prayer.
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