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What was in the viewless wind,

Wild rushing through the oak,

Seemed to my listening, dreaming mind

As though a spirit spoke?

What is it to the murmuring stream

Doth give so sweet a song,

That on its tide my thoughts do seem

To pour themselves along?

What is it on the dizzy height,

What in each glowing star,

That speaks of things beyond the sight,

And questions what they are?

What in the rolling thunder's voice,

What in the ocean's roar,

Hears the grand chorus, "O, rejoice!"

Echo from shore to shore?

What in the gentle moon doth see

Pure thoughts and tender love,

And hears delicious melody

Around, below, above?

What bids the savage tempest speak

Of terror and dismay,

And wakes the agonizing shriek

Of guilt that fears to pray?

It is this ever-living mind;

This little throb of life

Hears its own echoes in the wind,

And in the tempest's strife;

To all that's sweet, and bright, and fair,

Its own affections gives;

Sees its own image everywhere,

Through all creation lives.

It bids the everlasting hills

Give back the solemn tone;

This boundless arch of azure fills

With accents all its own.

What is this life-inspiring mind,

This omnipresent thought?

How shall it ever utterance find

For all itself hath taught?

To Him who breathed the heavenly flame,

Its mysteries are known;

It seeks the source from whence it came,

And rests in God alone.