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Rh 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