For the sweetest voice can never impart
The song that trembles within the heart.
And the brain and the hand can never quite do
The thing that the soul has fondly in view.
And hence are the tears and the burdens of pain,
For the shining goals are never to gain,
But enough that a God can hear and see
The song and the deed that were meant to be.
(1658)
Interception—See [Interruption].