Recall Henry Formby's words: "what is a more precious practical truth than Unity, the 'Communio Sanctorum?' and how can there be on earth a more perfect typical expression of this, than the vast unisonous
song of a multitude, who, with one mouth and one heart, glorify their God and their Redeemer--where the voices of all, young men and maidens, old men and children, are, as it were, the voice of one person." (71) For Benedict, as Formby, in its theological incarnation chant represents the epitome of divine simplicity--the perfect hypostatic union of words and music, music and man, man and God.
The mother, in turn, is so close to her daughter that "her heart sets tune for mine to beat," and "her new thoughts, incomplete, / Find their shaped wording happen on my tongue" (17.2,3-4), thus generating a "mother tongue" that is more about closeness and rhythm, about wordless understanding and unisonous
heart-beats, than about signification and difference.