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“Be ye glad, or be ye sad,
Come and list my simple song;
For Poet's dreams, though strange it seems,
Can help the weary heart along.
What are the prayers that Poets say?
Hark, they are told in this merry lay:—
‘May Health be ours where'er we go,
May Reason shut out feud and foe,
May Love abound for high and low,
And God have his own good way.“
—Old Poem.
Come and list my simple song;
For Poet's dreams, though strange it seems,
Can help the weary heart along.
What are the prayers that Poets say?
Hark, they are told in this merry lay:—
‘May Health be ours where'er we go,
May Reason shut out feud and foe,
May Love abound for high and low,
And God have his own good way.“
—Old Poem.
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