We sighed of old till underneath His feet
Our pulses beat,
Again to sigh in restlessness until
He saith, “Be still.”
And with us is the ever-moving wind,
And all mankind—
A triple chorus—each upheaving breast,
A sigh for rest.
(John Bannister Tabb)
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