How calm, how beautiful comes on The still hour, when storms have gone,
When warring winds have died away
And clouds, beneath the glancing ray
Melt off and leave the land and sea
Sleeping in bright tranquility.
How calm, how beautiful comes on The still hour, when storms have gone,
When warring winds have died away
And clouds, beneath the glancing ray
Melt off and leave the land and sea
Sleeping in bright tranquility.