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UNHEARD HINTS.
There's a Spirit of Triumph afloat on the air;
The glad ghost of the Old in its flight
Set the beacons ablaze on the hill-tops afar,
And the valleys stir warm in the light.
The glad ghost of the Old in its flight
Set the beacons ablaze on the hill-tops afar,
And the valleys stir warm in the light.
Then be silent, O Heart! Let time muffle your throb
While you wait for the hush of the chime;
If you catch not the cadence, you'll know not the word
It demands of your life as its rhyme.
While you wait for the hush of the chime;
If you catch not the cadence, you'll know not the word
It demands of your life as its rhyme.
