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52 A clear, sweet voice stole on my ear,
 * A voice of wondrous melody,

As from the mirror’s crystal depths
 * My Soul looked out and answered me.

I cannot tell you what she said,
 * For words of mine are all too weak;

It was no language of this earth
 * In which my Soul to me did speak.

Oh! Wondrous were the words she spake,
 * Wisdom and Truth, sublime and grand!

They hushed my mind’s wild questioning
 * And fell upon my heart like balm.

Her eyes met mine with steadfast gaze,
 * Until, abashed, I gazed no more,

But knelt before my God, and prayed
 * As I had never prayed before.