‘Twas whispered in Heaven, ‘twas muttered in Hell,?And echo caught softly the sound as it fell;?In the confines of earth ‘twas permitted to rest,?And the depth of the ocean its presence confessed;?‘Twas seen in the lightning, ‘twas heard in the thunder,?‘Twill be found in the spheres when they’re riven asunder;?‘Twas given to man with his earliest breath;?It assists at his birth and attends him in death,?Presides o’er his happiness, honor and health,?‘Tis the prop of his house and the end of his wealth;?It begins every hope, every wish it must bound;?With the husbandman toils, and with monarchs is crowned;?In the heaps of the miser, ‘tis hoarded with care,?But is sure to be lost in the prodigal heir;?Without it the soldier and sailor may roam,?But woe to the wretch who expels it from home;?In the whispers of conscience it there will be found,?Nor e’er in the whirlwind of passion be drowned;?It softens the heart, and though deaf to the ear,?It will make it acutely and instantly hear.?But in shades let it rest, like an elegant flower:?Oh! breathe on it softly, it dies in an hour. ------------------ what is it?
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