Ye voices, that arose br After the Evening's close, br And whispered to my restless heart repose! br br Go, breathe it in the ear br Of all who doubt and fear, br And say to them, 'Be of good cheer!' br br Ye sounds, so low and calm, br That in the groves of balm br Seemed to me like an angel's psalm! br br Go, mingle yet once more br With the perpetual roar br Of the pine forest dark and hoar! br br Tongues of the dead, not lost br But speaking from deaths frost, br Like fiery tongues at Pentecost! br br Glimmer, as funeral lamps, br Amid the chills and damps br Of the vast plain where Death encamps!br br Henry Wadsworth Longfellowbr br