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Silence is the voice of mighty things	A
In silence dropped the acorn in the rain	B
In silence slept till sun touched Wondrous life	C
Peeped from the mold and oped its eyes on morn	D
Up grew in silence through a thousand years	E
The Titan armed gnarl jointed rugged oak	F
Rock rooted Through his beard and shaggy locks	G
Soft breezes sung and tempests roared the rain	B
A thousand summers trickled down his beard	H
A thousand winters whitened on his head	I
Yet spake he not He from his coigne of hills	J
Beheld the rise and fall of empire saw	K
The pageantry and perjury of kings	A
The feudal barons and the slavish churls	A
The peace of peasants heard the merry song	L
Of mowers singing to the swing of scythes	A
The solemn voiced low wailing funeral dirge	M
Winding slow paced with death to humble graves	A
And heard the requiem sung for coffined kings	A
Saw castles rise and castles crumble down	N
Abbeys up loom and clang their solemn bells	A
And heard the owl hoot ruin on their walls	A
Beheld a score of battle fields corpse strewn	O
Blood fertiled with ten thousand flattered fools	A
Who but to please the vanity of one	P
Marched on hurrahing to the doom of death	Q
And spake not neither sighed nor made a moan	R
Saw from the blood of heroes roses spring	S
And where the clangor of steel sinewed War	T
Roared o'er embattled rage heard gentle Peace	A
To bleating hills and vales of rustling gold	U
Flute her glad notes from morn till even tide	V
Grim with the grime of a thousand years he stood	W
Grand in his silence mighty in his years	A
Under his shade the maid and lover wooed	X
Under his arms their children's children played	Y
And lambkins gamboled at his feet by night	Z
The heart sick wanderer laid him down and died	V
And he looked on in silence	A
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Silent hours	A
In ghostly pantomime on tip toe tripped	A2
The stately minuet of the passing years	A
Until the horologe of Time struck One	P
Black Thunder growled and from his throne of gloom	B2
Fire flashed the night with hissing bolt and lo	C2
Heart split the giant of a thousand years	A
Uttered one voice and like a Titan fell	D2
Crashing one hammer clang and passed away	E2

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