Goodness Comes Without Parade

  A. The Music, then,
A rainbow of sweet sounds, did steal upon me,
Arching my cloudy thoughts with brighter hopes.
  B. Is it not ever thus? The gifts of Gods
Come not in thunder, but all silent:—Thus
Comes forth the Flower, and thus the summer Dawn
With noiseless steps moves up the eastern sky,
And brings us light and comfort. Thanks for all!
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