The touch of an infinite mystery passes over the trivial and the familiar, making it break out into ineffable music... The trees, the stars, and the blue hills ache with a meaning which can never be uttered in words.
This little flute of a reed thou hast carried over hills and dales, and hast breathed through it melodies eternally new.
I touch God in my songas the hill touched the far-away seawith its waterfall.
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