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 (And silent oft it seems, when silent it is not) Revivals too of unexpected change: Haply thou think'st 'twill never he begun, Or that 't has come, and been, and past away; Yet turn to other none,— Turn not, oh, turn not thou! But listen, listen, listen,—if haply he heard it may; Listen, listen, listen,—is it not sounding now?

Yea, and as thought of some beloved friend By death or distance parted will descend, Severing, in crowded rooms ablaze with light, As by a magic screen, the seër from the sight, (Palsying the nerves that intervene The eye and central sense between;) So may the ear, Hearing, not hear, Though drums do roll, and pipes and cymbals ring; So the bare conscience of the better thing Unfelt, unseen, unimaged, all unknown, May fix the entrancèd soul mid multitudes alone.