Still-born Silence, thou that art
Floodgate of the deeper heart;
Offspring of a heavenly kind,
Frost o' the mouth and thaw o' the mind;
Secrecy's confident, and he
Who makes religion mystery;
Admiration's speaking'st tongue,—
Leave thy desert shades among
Reverend hermits' hallowed cells,
Where retired'st Devotion dwells:
With thy enthusiasms come,
Seize our tongues, and strike us dumb.

Still-born Silence, thou that art
Floodgate of the deeper heart;
Offspring of a heavenly kind,
Frost o' the mouth and thaw o' the mind;
Secrecy's confident, and he
Who makes religion mystery;
Admiration's speaking'st tongue,—
Leave thy desert shades among
Reverend hermits' hallowed cells,
Where retired'st Devotion dwells:
With thy enthusiasms come,
Seize our tongues, and strike us dumb.