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Touched by a light that hath no name, A glory never sung, Aloft on sky and mountain wall Are God's great pictures hung. How changed the summits vast and old! No longer granite-browed, They melt in rosy mist; the rock Is softer than the cloud; The valley holds its breath; no leaf Of all its elms is twirled; The silence of eternity Seems falling on the world. - John Greenleaf Whittier = Best wishes to all who venture here, peace and happiness to your love ones. Dwight.