ONLY LISTEN.
On the spirit's ear there linger,
Often linger, like a spell,
Sounds, as if an infant's finger
Touched a silver bell:
Now the strains are slow and sad,
Now more cheerful;
As the heart is grieved or glad,
Hoping or fearful.
Only listen!
Often linger, like a spell,
Sounds, as if an infant's finger
Touched a silver bell:
Now the strains are slow and sad,
Now more cheerful;
As the heart is grieved or glad,
Hoping or fearful.
Only listen!
Only listen!—they are speaking,
Voices speaking sweet and low;
Sweet as perfumed breath of summer.
Tuneful as the brooklet's flow:
When a look unkind is given,
When an angry word is said;
Hark! they whisper—patience, pardon,
Bend the knee, and bow the head.
Only listen!
Voices speaking sweet and low;
Sweet as perfumed breath of summer.
Tuneful as the brooklet's flow:
When a look unkind is given,
When an angry word is said;
Hark! they whisper—patience, pardon,
Bend the knee, and bow the head.
Only listen!
Warning now, then chiding, cheering,
With a song of pleasant land,
Where the careworn brow and furrowed
Is by heavenly zephyrs fanned:
O! bid welcome these dear Voices,
For from lips of Love they come;
In the soul they make sweet music,
When all human tongues are dumb.
Only listen!
With a song of pleasant land,
Where the careworn brow and furrowed
Is by heavenly zephyrs fanned:
O! bid welcome these dear Voices,
For from lips of Love they come;
In the soul they make sweet music,
When all human tongues are dumb.
Only listen!
Many-toned these inward Voices—
Ever pleading for the right;
Only listen, they will teach thee
How the burden is made light:
When each earthly passion slumbers,
O'er the spirit gently steal
These soft chimes, whose soothing numbers
Come like balm, heart-wounds to heal.
Only listen!
Ever pleading for the right;
Only listen, they will teach thee
How the burden is made light:
When each earthly passion slumbers,
O'er the spirit gently steal
These soft chimes, whose soothing numbers
Come like balm, heart-wounds to heal.
Only listen!