They hear my lips present their sacrifice,
They know if I be silent, morn or even:[LG]
For, though in whispers speaking, the full heart
Will find a vent; and thought is praise to him,
Audible praise, to thee, omniscient Mind,
From whom all gifts descend, all blessings flow!"
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This vesper-service closed, without delay,
From that exalted station to the plain
Descending, we pursued our homeward course,