SPIRITUAL TELEGRAPHY.
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The invisible fibres attuned by the stars
Of our destiny, thrilled at my word;
You may come, you may go, but no change ever mars
The high symphonies chiming unheard.
Of our destiny, thrilled at my word;
You may come, you may go, but no change ever mars
The high symphonies chiming unheard.
Far above all the intricate lines of the earth,
And far lower than sea-cables sing,
Stretch those mystical threads to the home of their birth
Where the soul's deepest sympathies cling.
And far lower than sea-cables sing,
Stretch those mystical threads to the home of their birth
Where the soul's deepest sympathies cling.
