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VII. ADAGIO MISTERIOSO.
These are the mystic voices of the earthHeard faintly in the night's sweet silence—these
Her solemn utterance, rising since her birth
In wild crescendos swept through minor keys;
The music of her forests and her seas,
As of a mighty organ loud and deep,
Rolls up in full majestic harmonies,
Blent with the tones of men who toil and weep:
An awful strain, big with the agonies
Of a sin-wasted world: but through it peal
Strong chords of aspiration, which reveal
Undaunted wrestlings—quenchless energies.
Thus earth's grave song, unmarked by mortal ears,
Swells the grand chorus of the sister spheres.
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