Its slow, uncertain thread of wandering blue,
As ’twere the only living element
In all the church, so deeply the stillness grew;
It seemed one might have heard it, as it went,
Give out an audible rustle, curling through
The midnight silence of the awe-struck air,
More hushed than death, though no such life was there.
Jas. R. Lowell.
When on Sinai’s top I see
God descend in majesty,