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SONG.
THE FUTURE.
The blue sky gleams,
The old dead dreams
Vanish adown the air:
From tree and bower,
From grass and flower,
Comes message of morning fair
The old dead dreams
Vanish adown the air:
From tree and bower,
From grass and flower,
Comes message of morning fair
Again the rose
In England glows,
Again the sweet streams sound:
The woods are white
With buds' delight,
Anemones star the ground.
In England glows,
Again the sweet streams sound:
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With buds' delight,
Anemones star the ground.
The utter sky
Gleams pure and high
And the old moon thrills the vales:
Once more for free
Souls sounds the sea,
And the outspread wide wind's sails.
Gleams pure and high
And the old moon thrills the vales:
Once more for free
Souls sounds the sea,
And the outspread wide wind's sails.
Far, far behind,
We leave the blind
Deaf souls who love the past;
The future's deep
Voice thrills our sleep,
Its mantle upon us is cast.
We leave the blind
Deaf souls who love the past;
The future's deep
Voice thrills our sleep,
Its mantle upon us is cast.
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The green meads sing,
Alert of wing
The future's songsters fly
On sweet white pinions
O'er broad dominions
Of wonderful untouched sky.
Alert of wing
The future's songsters fly
On sweet white pinions
O'er broad dominions
Of wonderful untouched sky.
E'en love is new
And sweet of hue,
Flushed as the first spring rose,
And passion gleams,
Soft-draped in dreams,
And the blossom of soul-life blows.
And sweet of hue,
Flushed as the first spring rose,
And passion gleams,
Soft-draped in dreams,
And the blossom of soul-life blows.
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