Hugh J. Evans - Solace lyrics

I lay beneath the Afric stars awake, While all the neighbour-noise of city slept, And all the solace of the silence crept Into the turmoil of my spirit's ache; And this worn heart, whereon life's billows break, Was smoothed; the futile cares o'er which had wept These weary eyes, where careless joys had leapt, A slow and sweet transfiguring grace did take. With wide lids open to the glorious night, With soul and sense entranquill'd by the calm, I lay awake, while in procession bright The holy-hymning stars with spheric psalm Bedew'd my inmost being with delight-- Yea, with the fragrance of enduring balm.