A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard; In spring-time from the cuckoo-bird, Breaking the silence of the seas; Among the farthest Hebrides.
A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard; In spring-time from the cuckoo-bird, Breaking the silence of the seas; Among the farthest Hebrides.
No Nightingale did ever chant More welcome notes to weary bands Of travelers in some shady haunt, Among Arabian sands A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard In spring-time from the Cuckoo-bird, Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebri
Our noisy years seem moments in the being of the eternal silence.
O Silence are Man's noisy yearsNo more than moments of thy life
I have seen A curious child, who dwelt upon a tract Of inland ground, applying to his ear The convolutions of a smooth-lipped shell To which, in silence hushed, his very soul listened intensely for from within were heard Murmurings whereby the monitor expressed Mysterious union with its native sea. Even such a shell the universe itself Is to the ear of faith and there are times, I doubt not, when to you it doth impart Authentic tidings of invisible things, Of ebb and flow, and ever enduring power, And central peace, subsisting at the heart Of endless Agitation.
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