A softly whispered stillness fell about,

In which a Pregnant Glory seemed to shout!

The dying moments of a Passing Age,

With all its share of growth and pain and rage,

Gave way with shuddered sigh and gnarled hand

To Infant Life, now learning how to stand.

And luminous eyes of shining Crystal Light

Gazed forth in wonder at the passing night.

New Life reached forth embracing that grown old,

Then Light blazed forth –

                               And Silver merged with Gold!