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is the Vale! the Voice is up

With which she speaks when storms are gone,

A mighty Unison of streams!

Of all her Voices, One!

Loud is the Vale;—this inland Depth

In peace is roaring like the Sea;

Yon Star upon the mountain-top

Is listening quietly.

Sad was I, ev'n to pain depress'd,

Importunate and heavy load!

The Comforter hath found me here,

Upon this lonely road;

And many thousands now are sad,

Wait the fulfilment of their fear;

For he must die who is their Stay,

Their Glory disappear.