a floatin' down deep water, very deep. A thinkin' and a wonderin'.
A thinkin' how all through the ages what secrets God had told to
man when the time had come, and the reverent soul below was ready
to hear the low words whispered to his soul, and a wonderin' what
strange revelation God held now, ready to reveal when the soul
below had fitted itself to hear, and comprehend it.

Ah! such mysteries as He will reveal to us if we will listen. If
we wait for God's voice. If we did not heed so much the confusing
clamor of the world's voices about us. Emulation, envy, anger,
strife, jealousy; if we turned our heads away from these discords,
and in the silence which is God's temple, listened, listened, --
who knows the secrets He would make known to us?

Secrets of the day, secrets of the night, the sunshine, the
lightning, the storm. The white glow of that wonderful light that
is not like the glow of the sun or of the moon, but yet lighteth
the world. That strange light that has a soul - that reads our
thoughts, translates our wishes, overleaps distance, carrying our
whispered words after holding our thoughts for ages, and then
unfoldin' 'em at will. What other wondrous mysteries lie
concealed, wrapped around by that soft pure flame, mysteries that
shall lie hidden until some inspired eye shall be waiting, looking
upward at the moment when God's hand shall draw back the shining
veil for an instant, and let him read the glowing secret.

Secrets of language! shall some simple power, some symbol be
revealed, and the nations speak together?

Secrets of song! shall some serene, harmonious soul catch the note