Dumb Mouths.
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Has one voice cried resistance? Then shall thou
Who only of created things can know
Some glimmering sense of God, refuse to bow
Submission? Fill thy little niche and go.
Who only of created things can know
Some glimmering sense of God, refuse to bow
Submission? Fill thy little niche and go.
The New Year.
Hush thy breathing for a minute,
Tell me, can'st thou hear
Music with a magic in it,
Like a silver-throated linnet,
Singing at thine ear?
Tell me, can'st thou hear
Music with a magic in it,
Like a silver-throated linnet,
Singing at thine ear?
Tis the new-born year awaking
Every movement harmony,
Like a wave melodious breaking,
Or long she-oak tassels making
Motion, melody.
Every movement harmony,
Like a wave melodious breaking,
Or long she-oak tassels making
Motion, melody.
For the great Creator stringeth,
On the thread of Time,
Years, like pearls, and each one ringeth
Musical, then pendent swingeth,
Rounded in a chime.
On the thread of Time,
Years, like pearls, and each one ringeth
Musical, then pendent swingeth,
Rounded in a chime.
