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Ye voices, that arose / After the Evening's close, / And whispered to my restless heart repose!
Go, breathe it in the ear / Of all who doubt and fear, / And say to them, "Be of good cheer!"
Ye sounds, so low and calm, / That in the groves of balm / Seemed to me like an angel's psalm!
Go, mingle yet once more / With the perpetual roar / Of the pine forest dark and hoar!
Tongues of the dead, not lost / But speaking from deaths frost, / Like fiery tongues at Pentecost!
Glimmer, as funeral lamps, / Amid the chills and damps / Of the vast plain where Death encamps!