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DITTO IN ANOTHER KEY.
When first my quickened soul gave heed and earTo the World's wondrous inner harmony,
“A still, small voice” ran, like an undercry,
From star to radiant star, sphere answering sphere.
Scarce audible at first, but ever clear
And clearer, as their light unto my eye,
Until the whisper soft filled earth and sky,
And listening Nature knelt in awe and fear.
The earthquake and the tempest have swept past
And drowned that “voix céleste” in crime and wrong.
But still I catch at each pause in the blast
Of strife its call, more clear, more gently strong.
'Tis God's own voice; and far and near at last
It sounds the keynote of the world's great song.
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