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Sweet Singer.
Reign did silence o'er the stage
As aged night passed on
And destiny fraught with laurels sat,
Sweet laurels never won,
Till was read aloud her name
And forth the sweet voiced singer came.
While grim old night worn out with age,
Listening to the vibrating stage,
Wept because he must pass on.
As aged night passed on
And destiny fraught with laurels sat,
Sweet laurels never won,
Till was read aloud her name
And forth the sweet voiced singer came.
While grim old night worn out with age,
Listening to the vibrating stage,
Wept because he must pass on.
But hark! they do applaud her so:
She bows, she smiles and then looks round,
She opens her lips and lo!
Bursts forth a trembling sea of sound:
A sea voluptuous in its swell.
The waves rose high and then they fell;
While beat the etherial shores, the tide,
And ebbing then the waves subside
To music's gentler flow.
She bows, she smiles and then looks round,
She opens her lips and lo!
Bursts forth a trembling sea of sound:
A sea voluptuous in its swell.
The waves rose high and then they fell;
While beat the etherial shores, the tide,
And ebbing then the waves subside
To music's gentler flow.
O'er the vast and, blue expanse
Leaped the merry music on:
Around the universe, the flow
Of that angelic tone;
Till heaven's shores, the tidelets lashed
And wavelets o'er the portals dashed.
The billowy waves break forth the sounds
Reach the great white throne and rebound
Echoing the song of home.
Leaped the merry music on:
Around the universe, the flow
Of that angelic tone;
Till heaven's shores, the tidelets lashed
And wavelets o'er the portals dashed.
The billowy waves break forth the sounds
Reach the great white throne and rebound
Echoing the song of home.
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