Here you will find the Poem Solitude of poet John Henry Newman
There is in stillness oft a magic power To calm the breast, when struggling passions lower; Touch'd by its influence, in the soul arise Diviner feelings, kindred with the skies. By this the Arab's kindling thoughts expand, When circling skies inclose the desert sand; For this the hermit seeks the thickest grove, To catch th' inspiring glow of heavenly love. It is not solely in the freedom given To purify and fix the heart on heaven; There is a Spirit singing aye in air, That lifts us high above all mortal care. No mortal measure swells that mystic sound, No mortal minstrel breathes such tones around,? The Angels' hymn,?the sovereign harmony That guides the rolling orbs along the sky,? And hence perchance the tales of saints who view'd And heard Angelic choirs in solitude. By most unheard,?because the earthly din Of toil or mirth has charms their ears to win. Alas for man! he knows not of the bliss, The heaven that brightens such a life as this.
