April 11

Speak, Lord, for Thy servant heareth.

ARE there not, then, two musics unto men?— One loud and bold and coarse,

And overpowering still perforce

All tone and tune beside;

Yet in despite its pride

Only of fumes of foolish fancy bred,

And sounding solely in the sounding head:

The other soft and low,

Stealing whence we not know,

Painfully heard, and easily forgot,

With pauses oft and many a silence strange,

(And silent oft it seems, when silence it is not)

Revivals too of unexpected change:

Haply thou think'st 'twill never be begun,

Or that 't has come, and been, and passed away;

Yet turn to other none—

'Turn not, oh, turn not thou!

But listen, listen, listen,—if haply be heard it may; ARTHUR HUGH

Listen, listen, listen,—is it not sounding now? CLOUGH

LOVE