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A SONG WITHOUT AN END.
THE crow in the woods is cawing
A solemn Indian rhyme,
And the cat-bird cries while the wood-pecker
Is merrily beating time;
A solemn Indian rhyme,
And the cat-bird cries while the wood-pecker
Is merrily beating time;
The leaves are sweetly rustling
As the west wind sweeps along;
Yet all is but the symphony
Of a deeper and stranger song.
As the west wind sweeps along;
Yet all is but the symphony
Of a deeper and stranger song.
And when bird and leaf are silent,
And quiet my spirit wins,
Then first with wondrous melody
The Song of the Wood begins.
And quiet my spirit wins,
Then first with wondrous melody
The Song of the Wood begins.
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