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MUTE MUSIC.
We hark for the infinite sweetness
Of echoes from beautiful feet
That bathed in the dews of completeness
Ere man woke the morning to greet.
Of echoes from beautiful feet
That bathed in the dews of completeness
Ere man woke the morning to greet.
We wait for the marvelous story
That sleeps in the breast of the air;
We long for a glimpse of the glory
That hides in the great Everywhere.
That sleeps in the breast of the air;
We long for a glimpse of the glory
That hides in the great Everywhere.
O Silence! Great Silence! Deliver
The trust thou hast guarded so long;
The secret we sigh to discover
Is keyed to the chords of thy song.
The trust thou hast guarded so long;
The secret we sigh to discover
Is keyed to the chords of thy song.
