For works with similar titles, see Reconciliation.
4648406Poems — ReconciliationFrances M. Sharpless

RECONCILIATION
What wondrous spell is over the night!
No stars shine forth thro' the murky air,
Yet my heart throbs high, and all earth looks bright;—
I discover a glory everywhere.
The sombre clouds are tinted for me
With a beauty no one else can see;
Each sound that reaches my eager ear
Bears a music that I alone can hear.

What witching spell hath come over the night!
To stir my soul with so deep a bliss;
No summer eve with its glowing light
And western breeze, was e'er fair as this.
The rain-drops seem kisses the wind blows free
As it whispers a thousand dear thoughts to me:
My blood runs warm, and my heart throbs high,
Was never a maiden so happy as I.—

Two hours ago, when I stood just here,
How lonely and cold was the wintry scene;
I shrank from the chilling evening air,
And sadly mused upon what had been;
But now; what spell can be on the night;
Such glamour entrances my charmed sight,
That the earth beneath and the heavens above
Seem to thrill with the tender pulses of Love.