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There is x Tongue in chery Weaf. 
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er is a tongue in every leaf—- 
A voice in every rill; 
A voice that speaketh every where— 
In flood and fire, through earth and air, 
A tongue that is never still. 
Tis the great Spirit wide diffused 
Through every thing we see, 
That with our spirits communeth, 
Of things mysterious,—Life and Death, 
Time and Eternity. 
FE see Him in the blazing sun, 
And in the thunder-cloud ; 
I hear Him in the mighty roar 
That rusheth through the forests hoar, 
When winds are piping loud. 




