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194. In the Whisper-Sobs of My Mind I Heard Thy Magic Voice

I pulled down the stubborn veils of material music. And, o Song Infinite, I heard Thy voice. In the wail of the viols, in the humming of harps, and in the whisper-sobs of my mind, I heard Thy song. O magic song of my soul, hidden beneath the strings of my heart, at last I beheld Thy soft, gentle dawning, spreading over the dark firmament of mind. Magic Voice, Thou hast made me forsake the slumber of ages, and here I come to offer all my songs unto Thee, upon Thine altar of ever-solacing song.

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