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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!