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O sweet everlasting Voices be still; / Go to the guards of the heavenly fold / And bid them wander obeying your will / Flame under flame, till Time be no more; / Have you not heard that our hearts are old, / That you call in birds, in wind on the hill, / In shaken boughs, in tide on the shore?
O sweet everlasting Voices be still.