The sun doth not the hidden place reveal, <br />Whence pours at morn his golden flood of light; <br />But what the night's dark breast would fain conceal, <br />In its true colors walks before our sight; <br />The bird does not betray the secret springs, <br />Whence note on note her music sweetly pours; <br />Yet turns the ear attentive while she sings, <br />The willing heart while falls the strain adores; <br />So shall the spirit tell not whence its birth, <br />But in its light thine untold deeds lay bare; <br />And while it walks with thee flesh-clothed the earth, <br />Its words shall of the Father's love declare; <br />And happy those whose ears shall hail its voice, <br />And clean within the day it gives rejoice.<br /><br />Jones Very<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/who-hath-ears-to-hear-let-him-hear/
