The Way to the Chapter-house: Sacred Retirement III

And now we hear Him : thus when Nature's wheel
Is still, we find ourselves hurrying along;
In crowds ourselves alone we mostly feel ;
When turbulence of business, and the throng
Of passionate hopes, which unto Earth belong,
And mould too oft from Earth the rebel will,
Sleep ; — then we hear the mighty undersong,
To which loud Niagara's voice is still,
And mute the thunders strong which air and ocean fill.