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How thrill we, when heavenly hushes
Come over the sea and the land!—
Soft kissings of waves among rushes,
Footfalls of a bird on the sand,
Or least little stirs in the bushes
Take hold on the heart like a hand
Arresting—we know not for what—
But little we care to withstand:
How thrill we!—We think that some Spirit
Is speaking each moment like that;—
O faint not, strained ear, till you hear it,—
Heart, break not till you understand!
