I WHO have heard solemnities of sound —The throbbing pulse of cities, the loud roarOf ocean on sheer ledges of gaunt rock.The chanting of innumerable windsAround white peaks, the plunge of cataracts,The whelm of avalanches, and, by night,The thunder's panic breath — have come to knowWhat is earth's mightiest voice — the desert's voice —Silence, that speaks with deafening tones of God.Clinton Scollard
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