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| I HEARD His voice in song of wren | |
| Beneath the hedge at daybreak, when | |
| The dew like diamonds gleams. | |
| I heard His voice in bubbling rills | |
| That tumbled down the verdant hills, | 5 |
| To swell the sea-ward streams. | |
| I heard His voice in whisp’ring breeze, | |
| That gleaned the secret of the trees | |
| And conned the flowers’ dreams. | |
| I heard His voice when squirrels woke | 10 |
| And dropped an acorn from the oak | |
| And whisked their bushy tails. | |
| I heard His voice when Curly Locks | |
| Drove forth to bathe her feathered flocks, | |
| And Meg cleaned out the pails. | 15 |
| I heard His voice when belfry tower | |
| In lazy notes struck noonday hour | |
| And cattle shirked the sun. | |
| I heard His voice when nine was tolled | |
| And all the sheep had gone to fold, | 20 |
| And bleated day was done. | |
| I heard His voice as midnight crept | |
| With murky steps o’er men that slept— | |
| Some pillowed ’neath the sod. | |
| Yes, even in that silent hour | 25 |
| I heard in full majestic power | |
| The mighty voice of God. | |
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