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SISTERS OF MUSIC.

Who sings?” said the Spirit of Music,
And smiled on her peers:
“Sweet Sorrow, sing Thou!” Sorrow answered,
“I cannot—for tears.”
“Bright Hope, give a tongue to the poems
I read in thine eyes.”
Hope answered—“My thoughts are all clouded,
And lost in the skies.”
“Then Joy, put thy mouth to the bugle!
A note, for my sake.”
Calm creature, she sleeps in the sunshine,
And will not awake.
But hush! a soft sound stealeth onwards,
Like the flight of a dove;
Ah, I find that the Song that is sweetest
Comes ever from Love.