With a mute hallelujah.
But even then,
While the ecstatic song was at its height,
Stole in an alien voice,—a voice that seemed
To float, float upward from some world afar,—
A meek and childlike voice, faint, but how sweet!
That blended with the spirits' rushing strain,
Even as a fountain's music, with the roll
Of the reverberate thunder.
Loving smiles