Yet lives there on the sacred page
No record of a word from him:
God’s Ark he guards, a silent sage,
Pure as the Cherubim.
But sweeter than the sweetest word
Recorded of the wise and good,
His silence is a music heard
On high, and understood.
Blessed are all who take their part
Amid the carol-singing throng;
Thrice blest the meditative heart
Whose silence is a song