EARTH'S SWEET PULSE
When I call your name from on the Mountain,
You cannot hear my call...
Over a hundred miles- and many vales-
My voice is rendered small...
But when I wail to "listening" Trees
What words will not convey...
My HEART picks up their "pining" Bent
And Earth's Sweet Pulse to you is sent...
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