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THREE SONGS
Sing me a song of Living,
Exultant, strong and clear;
A song of the joy of Being,
Rolling from sphere to sphere;
A song that the choiring angels
Might lean from heaven to hear!
Exultant, strong and clear;
A song of the joy of Being,
Rolling from sphere to sphere;
A song that the choiring angels
Might lean from heaven to hear!
Sing me a song of Loving,
Tenderly, sweet and low;
Sing of its rose-flushed dawning
And its lingering sunset glow;
Of its heart like a ruby flaming
In the depths of Alpine snow!
Tenderly, sweet and low;
Sing of its rose-flushed dawning
And its lingering sunset glow;
Of its heart like a ruby flaming
In the depths of Alpine snow!
Sing me a song of Triumph
Over the mists of death;
Over the deepening shadows;
Over the failing breath;
Over the lonely valley
Where no voice answereth!
Over the mists of death;
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Over the failing breath;
Over the lonely valley
Where no voice answereth!
May, 1912.
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