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“
But
you
have
never
heard
the
psalm
,
and
you
don
’
t
know
what
it
is
like
.
Somehow
,
I
can
’
t
say
how
,
it
tells
me
that
all
is
right
;
that
it
is
coming
to
swallow
up
all
cries
.
”
“
But
that
won
’
t
do
them
any
good
—
the
people
,
I
mean
,
”
persisted
Diamond
.
“
It
must
.
It
must
,
”
said
North
Wind
,
hurriedly
.
“
It
wouldn
’
t
be
the
song
it
seems
to
be
if
it
did
not
swallow
up
all
their
fear
and
pain
too
,
and
set
them
singing
it
themselves
with
the
rest
.
I
am
sure
it
will
.
And
do
you
know
,
ever
since
I
knew
I
had
hair
,
that
is
,
ever
since
it
began
to
go
out
and
away
,
that
song
has
been
coming
nearer
and
nearer
.
Only
I
must
say
it
was
some
thousand
years
before
I
heard
it
.
”
“
But
how
can
you
say
it
was
coming
nearer
when
you
did
not
hear
it
?
”
asked
doubting
little
Diamond
.
“
Since
I
began
to
hear
it
,
I
know
it
is
growing
louder
,
therefore
I
judge
it
was
coming
nearer
and
nearer
until
I
did
hear
it
first
.
I
’
m
not
so
very
old
,
you
know
—
a
few
thousand
years
only
—
and
I
was
quite
a
baby
when
I
heard
the
noise
first
,
but
I
knew
it
must
come
from
the
voices
of
people
ever
so
much
older
and
wiser
than
I
was
.
I
can
’
t
sing
at
all
,
except
now
and
then
,
and
I
can
never
tell
what
my
song
is
going
to
be
;
I
only
know
what
it
is
after
I
have
sung
it
.
—
But
this
will
never
do
.
Will
you
stop
here
?
”
“
I
can
’
t
see
anywhere
to
stop
,
”
said
Diamond
.
“
Your
hair
is
all
down
like
a
darkness
,
and
I
can
’
t
see
through
it
if
I
knock
my
eyes
into
it
ever
so
much
.
”
“
Look
,
then
,
”
said
North
Wind
;
and
,
with
one
sweep
of
her
great
white
arm
,
she
swept
yards
deep
of
darkness
like
a
great
curtain
from
before
the
face
of
the
boy
.
And
lo
!
it
was
a
blue
night
,
lit
up
with
stars
.
Where
it
did
not
shine
with
stars
it
shimmered
with
the
milk
of
the
stars
,
except
where
,
just
opposite
to
Diamond
’
s
face
,
the
grey
towers
of
a
cathedral
blotted
out
each
its
own
shape
of
sky
and
stars
.
“
Oh
!
what
’
s
that
?
”
cried
Diamond
,
struck
with
a
kind
of
terror
,
for
he
had
never
seen
a
cathedral
,
and
it
rose
before
him
with
an
awful
reality
in
the
midst
of
the
wide
spaces
,
conquering
emptiness
with
grandeur
.
