A SONG OF ARNO, by GRACE ELLERY CHANNING-STETSON
First Line: It is the hour when arno turns Last Line: To be so near to heaven.
IT is the hour when Arno turns Her gold to chrysoprase; When each low-hanging star outburns Its faint, mysterious rays, As from the prison of faery urns Which faery hands upraise.
It is the hour when life's constraint A moment's ease is given; When Earth is like a holy saint, Stilled, sanctified, and shriven, And the deep-breathing heart grows faint To be so near to Heaven.
