THE MOUNTAIN ECHO - William Wordsworth
Yes, it was the mountain echo,
Solitary, clear, profound,
Answering to the shouting Cuckoo,
Giving to her sound for sound!

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To 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 have
Answers, and we know not whence;
Echoes from beyond the grave,        
Recognised intelligence

Such rebounds our inward ear
Catches sometimes from afar—
Listen, ponder, hold them dear;
For of God,—of God they are.