Show I The Song of the Mystic BY BT FATHER RYAN I r walk down the th of Silence Down the dim voiceless valley And AM I hoar hear ar not the fall fan of a s footstep Around me mt sa sav e o r tail and n m my own And the hush bush of f mv my m hi heart art is ill as holy bol As JI hovers bovers where when angels ang lave have v flown I Long liOng ago I was w ry of voices WhoSe music mv my Ib h hOa art rt could uld not win winI I Long og ago 0 I was weary wear of noises That fretted mv my m soul with their din Long ago MO I 1 was wan wear weary of places When There I met but the th human and sin she sheIn In the hush hub of the Valley of Silence I dream breast all aJl the songs lOngs that I sing And Aad the music floats down the dim Valley Yaney Till each finds a word for a wing IRI That T to hearts like the Dove of the e t Deluge Deluce A message MeMa of Pace Reace they bring briDge Did you a me th place pine of the Valley Vall VallYe Ye hearts that are harrowed by Care It Heth Ileth fat afar between moun mountains taint And God and His Ria angels are there tre And one is the dark mount of Sorrow And one ODe the bright b mountain of Prayer Pryer |