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[Hast thou not heard within some sacred pile]
‘Let me hear Thy voice: for sweet is Thy voice.’—
Cant. ii. 14.
Cant. ii. 14.
Hast thou not heard within some sacred pile,
When hushed the swelling choir, through vaulted aisle
A sweet low echo lingering of the song,
As would angelic harps the sound prolong?
So through the silent chambers of my soul,
In calmest melody His sweet words roll.
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