YES, it was the mountain Echo,Solitary, clear, profound,Answering to the shouting Cuckoo,Giving to her sound for sound!Unsolicited replyTo a babbling wanderer sent;Like her ordinary cry,Like--but oh, how different!Hears not also mortal Life?Hear not we, unthinking Creatures!Slaves of folly, love, or strife--Voices of two different natures?Have not 'we' too?--yes, we haveAnswers, and we know not whence;Echoes from beyond the grave,Recognised intelligence!Such rebounds our inward earCatches sometimes from afar--Listen, ponder, hold them dear;For of God,--of God they are.Rate this poem