A sound I've heard

There are special sounds, so rare, so dear,that I've longed to hear with the hearing ear.And I've often wondered why, oh whycan't I hear the jasmine's fragrant sigh;or the white sand's shussh on the ocean floorbeneath the waves that surge and roar.Although it sounds like a foolish thing,I should love to hear a bluebell ring.Should I barely breathe some snow-still morn,when dawn's first rose wakes the Matterhorn,would I catch what is said in that waking touch?Could I hear, could I hear what I love so much?

Yet, I tell you now, there's a sound I've heard—a sound more rare than the kindest word—more hushed than the light on the Matterhornthat glows at dawn on a snow-still morn. I've heard Truth speak! Then my heart's heart foundthat I've known a music transcending sound.And oh, what a holy, wondrous thing to have heard Love talk, to have heard Soul sing.

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