Mounting toward the upland again, I pause reverently, as the hush and stillness of twilight come upon the woods. It is the sweetest, ripest hour of the day. And as the hermit's evening hymn goes up from the deep solitude… — John Burroughs Copy Share Image
“May no ill dreams disturb my rest, Nor Powers of Darkness me molest. —Evening Hymn.” — Rudyard Kipling Copy Share Image
