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EVERYTHING SPEAKS TO ME.

Everything speaks to me,
 Voices each hour
Breathe o'er my spirit
 A hallowing power;
Softly they seem to say—
 Wilt thou attend?
Message I bear for thee,
 'Tis from a friend.

Dawn of the morning,
 Setting sun's ray;
Noon, with its busy hum,
 Evening clouds gray;
Twilight's calm hour,
 That whispers of rest,
To the toil-worn and weary
 A heaven-sent guest.

Last rose of summer,
 First fall of snow;
Wail of the winter-wind,
 Foretelling woe;