In the silence of the moors I hear a voice I know is yours, A sound from silent altitudes And music that the Lord approves, Melodies unheard before Waiting at the spirit's door Singing of a world supreme, Not a figment or a dream Symphonic with the transforming Word In the stately mountains heard And in the valleys flowing streams, Music supreme of the Lord.
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