Just ere the darkness is withdrawn,
  In seasons of cold or heat,
Close to the boundary line of Dawn
  These mystical brothers meet.

They clasp their weird and shadowy hands,
  As they listen each to each,
But never a mortal understands...

From the French by Louisa Stuart Costello

’T IS done! a father, mother, gone,
  A sister, brother, torn away,
My hope is now in God alone,
  Whom heaven and earth alike obey.
Above, beneath, to him is known,—
The world’s wide compass is his own....