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Nothing they saw, but a low voice was heard

Threading the ominous silence of that fear, 570

Gentle and terrorless as if a bird,

Wakened by some volcano's glare, should cheer

The murk air with his song; yet every word

In the cathedral's farthest arch seemed near,

As if it spoke to every one apart,

Like the clear voice of conscience in each heart.