 | Lyrics: By Martin F. Tupper |  |
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Silence.
Dear Nurse of Thought, calm chaos-brooding dove,
Thee, Silence, well I love;
Mother of Fancy, friend and sister mine,
Silence, my heart is thine.
Thee, Silence, well I love;
Mother of Fancy, friend and sister mine,
Silence, my heart is thine.
Rarer than Eloquence, and sweeter far
Thy dulcet pauses are;
Stronger than Music, charm she ne'er so well,
Is, Silence, thy soft spell.
Thy dulcet pauses are;
Stronger than Music, charm she ne'er so well,
Is, Silence, thy soft spell.
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The rushing crystals throb about my brain,
And thrill, and shoot again,—
Their teeming imagery crowds my sphere,
If Silence be but here.
And thrill, and shoot again,—
Their teeming imagery crowds my sphere,
If Silence be but here.
Bodily rest is Sleep, the soothing sleep,
Spirit-rest, Silence deep;
O daily discord, cease, for mercy cease!
Break not this happy peace.
Spirit-rest, Silence deep;
O daily discord, cease, for mercy cease!
Break not this happy peace.
The melodies within alone are heard,
By their own stillness stirr'd;
O mute, and motionless,—O death of strife,
O precious lull in life!
By their own stillness stirr'd;
O mute, and motionless,—O death of strife,
O precious lull in life!
Now know I how Pygmalion's spirit stern
Could on a statue yearn,—
The hush'd, the beautiful, the calmly fair,
The marble Silence there!
Could on a statue yearn,—
The hush'd, the beautiful, the calmly fair,
The marble Silence there!
| Lyrics: By Martin F. Tupper | |